tales from the murky splurge: spider trilogy

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Monday, December 13, 2010

spider trilogy

The splurge was dark in morning mist the day with a sense of eeryness spider lifted her brood with twine hurry yourselves, we have no time no time to worry ourselves of past no time on things that do not last no time to give no time to take scattered hearts that do not break Spider crawled beneath a... 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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