Go to My Poems....A Taster Of What's To Follow
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Perhaps there were a lot of stinging nettles around your neck of the woods. Or you wrapped bird's eggs in them, Dock leaves, I cannot think of another use. As you grow older you will probably remember that you wanted to be a poet. I wanted to be something out of this world, but that was too frightening.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 1, 2013 at 12:35 PM
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It is interesting reading of how one looks at their past.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 1, 2013 at 9:27 AM
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