Friday, June 20, 2014

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We are the leaden statues,
Who creak the world with comings and goings.
Fate lies ponderous beneath our feet,
Our will of basalt, grip of iron.
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Patti Masterman
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Smoky Hoss 24 June 2014

... this is what I love 'bout yer poems! ... makes me ponder, from the soul... I like it.

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