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Sep 23
it now comes from a place too close, too easy
not pulled by the slippery roots of an elusive plant
residing deep in the darkness of a well
where words and thought are one
I am worn by age
and loss
and every line
every word
every poem resides
in its own time
when poetry was fire
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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