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    November 23, 2010 at 12:13 am

    Chris – if you're listening – I'd love to use your poem – need your full name!

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    November 10, 2010 at 1:08 pm

    It seems so ordinary –
    the sun rises in a blaze of color
    stars softly glow in the darkness.

    Again and again,over and over.
    a little rain. a few tears.
    The soft touch of a my mother's cheek.

    The veil of yesterday is drawn.
    We remember some
    or not at all.

    But again and again
    we love.
    we create.
    we pass.

    What we see and what we hold dear in our hearts.
    a hazy soft cloud of a memory
    of which we have no choice.

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    November 7, 2010 at 7:31 pm

    These just get better!

    Today's Haiku:
    Veiled and peeping through
    Lacey stitch and glorious
    History kept intact.

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    November 7, 2010 at 4:55 pm


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    November 7, 2010 at 4:25 pm

    Just want to say – these little pieces are quite wonderful, Lyric!

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