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Random Acts of
Poetry
Thoughts on the world and life... in random pentameter
Monday, May 03, 2004
words
won’t come
won’t purge
themselves
from my hands
holding
them like
birds
little
sparrows
sitting
on my hand
flitting
coming
back
again
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