Life,1 Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Life,1

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when the light hit the wire,
the wire became a fist.
when the wire became a fist,
the wire had to go.
when the wire had to go,
the fist lost its grip.
when the fist lost its grip,
the grip lost its soul.

Friday, October 29, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

DAVID...QUITE IMMAGINATIVE...YOUR MIND IS IN PERPETUAL PROCESSING MODE FOR UNIQUE VERBAGE....TIGHT MIND=TIGHT WORK=10!

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