(she said)
on the edge of a cliff and
nowhere to go but forward
(like a bird)
like a bird ready to leave the nest
(unwilling and yet eager)
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem by me: fly
(she said)
on the edge of a cliff and
nowhere to go but forward
(like a bird)
like a bird ready to leave the nest
(unwilling and yet eager)
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where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
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let the sun rise
let there be light let there be morning
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Sixth day of Christmas
Rowena's screwball Christmas nightmare from the beginning of "The Devil in the Details" makes me laugh every time I think of it.…
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