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Aug 2014
I throw my words to the compost heap
with the rinds of so many others.
The poetry that has been deciphered
til there is no surprise left.
I ***** them in to incubate
and fertilize the fields of my heart.
Then I shall glean them
to harvest the poems of my Soul.
Karen Newell
Written by
Karen Newell
     ---, Sjr1000, --- and r
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