tales from the murky splurge: spider and fly verse 2

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

spider and fly verse 2

NO I.SCREAM ACCROSS THE ROCKY GLASSY SPLURGE WHERE MIXED UP VERSES AND WORDS CONVERGE SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS LIE AND MOCK A CRAFTY WEAVER IS TAKING STOCK HOO AND BOO, AM I THERE, NOT I I AM ON MY WAY WITH SHEPHERDS PIE, DO YOU THINK OF POISEN, ARE YOUR EARS NOW GREEN, RUN AWAY RUN AWAY – THERE IS NO... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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