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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

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Going about my daily bread
leaving a trail of crumbs
this sausage swoops down
stirring the ground leaving
the way home lost to me.

James McLain

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

poem poems Leaving home

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Bob Blackwell 13 December 2008

If you can't find your way home, because some insects gobbled up your trail, you must live in jungle, so watch those ants they bite. Yes it is poetry. Bob

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 10 December 2008

Another 'mindbender' from Is It... To sit and marinate. Enjoyed by those who ask themselves, 'Why? '

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Izik Alcox 10 December 2008

a beautiful expression of something, i think...

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