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Senses

My five senses bring their findings to my door

In racks of stacks for me to trash or to adore.

Age has turned my page and I see me in

A fading light, while a dirge of music adds a

measure of fright to my burgeoning night. I

Struggle to touch these images with calm,

Sniffing a sixth sense that my curtain may be

Coming down. But the message from the

Curtain must have been uncertain: The

Green light for my fight is still on.





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suegwool
suegwool
23 mai 2021

How do you manage to make us laugh and cry and the same time? Marvelous. Time to put a little chapbook together? xoxoxo Susan

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I can feel your readers smiling. Loved this


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Loved the green light part...long may it shine:)

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galbraith.susan
galbraith.susan
21 mai 2021

And long may the green light burn... Well done Glen!

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