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These sugar cube folk , cowering at the thought of rain .. I've repartee for every hailstone a storm cloud might contain* ...
Copyright November 16 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Nov 2016
Allen Robinson
Is there anything
more divine than
something made by
human hands
Throughout generations
of honed skills
handed down
to family member
or apprentice
crafted to be passed on
only to become
possibly antiqued
The subtle care and
time involved with
impeccable technique...
no substitute for the
HAND CRAFTED.
 Nov 2016
Dana Colgan
I see you.
When the ecstasy implodes.
I see you.
 Nov 2016
phil roberts
In the morning I awake
With the after-taste
Of a half-remembered dream
And a barely formed face
Shadow of the past
And emotions that last

And some of these dreams
Would make a hero cry
And some of these dreams
No matter how I try
I know will stay with me
Until the day I die

                                   By Phil Roberts
 Nov 2016
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On paper, strings whorl
simple crayon colors swirls
doomed in attic's dust

-cec
 Nov 2016
Allen Robinson
MAKE YOUR DAYS COUNT,
DON'T COUNT THE DAYS.
 Nov 2016
Ma Cherie
Your passion, it burns me,
way deep in the night,
come to me,
take me,
there won't be a fight.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
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 Nov 2016
Torin
With very few words
Too much is said
I watch like an eagle
Fly over your head
Disillusionment is a beginning

But not a very good one

Hope
Was such a meaningful device
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