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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 20, 2008 17:30:47 GMT -5
Church/Farm
Farm of words. Plowed pages.
Farm of words. Plowed pages.
Our fruit perfumes the world.
Farm of words. Plowed pages.
Memo
When I die, scatter me with thin yellow ribbons over the apple orchard.
When I die, among the windfall and winesap.
When I die, scatter what I am if you will on the high lakes.
I love them so!
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Mar 21, 2008 13:04:16 GMT -5
Damn, again. I'm flying through but will pm you tonight.
Sherry
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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 21, 2008 14:56:57 GMT -5
It's a lot to read, much less take the time to comment. Sorry, folks, but I read Lorca and just have to write and write and write.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Mar 21, 2008 15:26:04 GMT -5
and write and write and write
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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 22, 2008 17:14:48 GMT -5
Like this sketch, chicky.
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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 22, 2008 17:47:20 GMT -5
thanks
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Post by ramadevi on Mar 28, 2008 9:43:10 GMT -5
Love this! Love the tone, the depth, the repetition.
Write and write, dear poetess.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Mar 28, 2008 10:08:53 GMT -5
Perfect name for a tight little series.
When I die, scatter me with thin yellow ribbons over the apple orchard.
When I die, among the windfall and winesap.
Simply, simply beautiful.
Sherry
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