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Daisy was on point,
and as ever, she led the way.
“Where are we going?” asked Betty?
“I’m not sure said Daisy,
but the nice man who always gave us hay said,
there’s this other nice man who’ll take us
to a very special place.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
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