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In Trusion..........
we drive our trucks
slip our arms
our fingers
arms inside
your robes
we are
the intrusion
looking for
the numerical
impossible
...
thank U
let us settle in the
garden of dust
..
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Comments
Sparrow
Sun, 2016-02-28 19:13
Steve
I like the simplicity of this one, is there a problem with the flow of these lines:-
slip our arms
our fingers
arms inside..
Take care and look after you,
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without your write there will be a great space in there, Please, Please.
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lovedly
Mon, 2016-02-29 16:02
it appears you are comparing your truck
with a willing woman
am I right Sir Esker
Seren
Fri, 2016-03-04 14:23
Smile
I read it enough times to form many different ideas on it .. enjoyed it as per the norm my friend
bravo !!
Always a pleasure to read your work there is no one quite like you
Love Jayne xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Esker
Mon, 2016-03-07 09:56
limited acess
might be awhile lbefoe I am on again! will miss U all!
mr wolf