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Mar 2017
words seems to have little need for me

while i can not live without their rhythmic cadence

waltzing in minute areas of my mind

whispering hidden meanings in my dreams

waking me with waggery boldly spoken

when i try to reach in for them they run

wildly from me to wide strewn places

waiting to trick me in to wornderment

with a quick ****** i catch and in

wonderment place them on this page
Written by
brenda callahan  morganton
(morganton)   
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