Woods touch,
Purest,
Tells
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By Laz.F. 30/4/2010
So cool! I am not sure how you are using the word tells, exactly. It doesn’t bother me, really. I still just like reading this poem out loud.
But if you feel like giving the poet’s take on it, that would be great, too.
Tell
lol!
Robert Lew - May 2, 2010 at 4:12 am | Reply
Woods grain is pure my friend, like ocean sand …. like Haight Ashbury sort of
Peace to you Rob!
lazfreedman - May 2, 2010 at 5:16 am | Reply
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So cool! I am not sure how you are using the word tells, exactly. It doesn’t bother me, really. I still just like reading this poem out loud.
But if you feel like giving the poet’s take on it, that would be great, too.
Tell
lol!
Robert Lew - May 2, 2010 at 4:12 am |
Woods grain is pure my friend,
like ocean sand ….
like Haight Ashbury sort of
Peace to you Rob!
lazfreedman - May 2, 2010 at 5:16 am |