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Moons Drift On The Mississippi...

Rating: 2.7

There's touch to water of dark mouths:
The lips of dashing Deer.
Tucked in safe is all the South,
But out I am: no fear.

Ripples dance, collecting-
Everything that they can stash,
But no rasping from the River-
Coughing up their little trash.

Moons drift on the Mississippi.
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Saturday, June 28, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: home,nature
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Tia Maria 14 July 2008

perfect....10/10 :) A wonderful sense of freedom from fear and daring to just be where you want to be, yes?

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