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| | | | | I let men believeThe rhythm of the bassMakes me lose controlOf my feetMy legsMy hipsThat I must yield toThe frantic beatThat I don't mean toReveal these petticoatsBut of courseIt's all a showAnd men are simpleTo control This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I'll be posting... | |
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| | | | | In a room without clocks we sit in semicomfy chairs waiting for the storm | |
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| | | | | Candles cast an amber light orange peel and crushed basil scent the room - his hermitage | |
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| | | Welcome back to another WDYS prompt Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly. If you post a response before next Sunday, I will... | ||