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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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| | | | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | |
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writingpresence.com
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| | | | | wherewithal do I have the wherewithal to start again the golden cord that leads to heaven from the heart? do you have the herewithal to walk companioning, to this, the blossom-linden? do we have the sharewithal to heed the 'cello thread its mellow, dancing-partner, dearest-fellow? © Kathy Labrum McVittie 26 November 2024 | |
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| | | | | 1 post published by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on July 30, 2014 | |
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wendyprattpoetry.com
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