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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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rugby843.blog
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| | | | | *** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... | |
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judydykstrabrown.com
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| | | | | The Prayer of the FirstAstronaut Poet There is no Wifi in space and so I send my words out into the Universe hoping that each syllable will emit a ray somehow connected to all my other syllables, and if quantum entanglement is right, they will one day find each other again. For the diverse Poets... | |
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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | old man wanderscobblestone streetsof seaside village inCeredigion county(though he's notindigenous welsh)his pedigree anddignity are bothwrapped warmlyin indigo cardiganas he digresses from one quaint little shop to anotherin search of dinnerworthy of digestion. ______________ A fun little quadrille for dVerse using some form of the word "dig" (used nine times, including title). | ||
