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                    A Child Who Could Not SpeakWords bounce from his mouth Like gumballs jumping From their slippery slot Clattering to the floor Scattering Rolling falling.... Thoughts… Started by Lois Hudson  | 
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                            Sep 28, 2009                 Reply by Lois Hudson  | 
    
                    RehearsalRed-faced' running through that truthful morning, Through the forest pathways, moist and shining, Humming, racing through the summer days T… Started by Lois Hudson  | 
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                    Artist, by Lois HudsonArtist Chip away, Sand rough edges, varied patterns, Circular, angular, jagged, straight, Peel, cut, shave, reveal New layers waiting to b… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                    Sh'mal In TimeSh’mal In Time I keep finding my way, sometimes circuitous, With each step, ahead of the other; Sometimes carefully placed, Many tim… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                    Blue MolesThey're out of the dark's ragbag, these two Moles dead in the pebbled rut, Shapeless as flung gloves, a few feet apart- Blue suede a dog… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                            Apr 13, 2009                 Reply by Michael Levin  | 
    
                    It Happens Each DayLike a silent ray of sunlight Catching in my eye Like a bird sea-goin` Coasting on my sky It happens each day You`re away from here...… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                    The Lake Isle of Innisfree, William Butler Yeats. 1865–I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                    RecuerdoWhat marvelous strength she has weaving these words. What do they mean to you? Started by Michael Levin  | 
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                    I'm Familiar With the WeedsI'm familiar with the weeds Though scientific names elude me. Viperous vines and thistley thorns, All flowers in their own right, Creep car… Started by mualpha  | 
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                            Jul 2, 2008                 Reply by mualpha  | 
    
                    A Few Figs from Thistles by Edna St. Vincent MillayA Few Figs from Thistle: "...the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold." Isn't it amazing how many senses can be stirred by just a few wor… Started by Michael Levin  | 
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