A Man Who Had A Dream
By skinner_jennifer
Tue, 21 May 2013
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Words should not be corked like a fine vintage
wine, let them take flight soar into the ether.
For who knows where or what I'm saying
begins or ends...does it really matter?
Crying out for time, in need of respite,
the lacuna of this page beckons me like
a charismatic muse...believing in ones self,
giving light and energy to the desires of the people.
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like your poem! liked
Permalink Submitted by alice sunderland on
like your poem! liked manzarek too. off to rejoin jim maybe.
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A lovely read Jenny, I
A lovely read Jenny, I didn't realise Manzarek was that sort of age, then again we all wonder where the time went. Hope you're well and all the best to you.
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Hi Jenny, A lovely way with
Permalink Submitted by The royster on
Hi Jenny, A lovely way with words. I really enjoyed this and hope I can create like this in future. Roy
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Hi Jenny, A lovely way with
Permalink Submitted by The royster on
Hi Jenny, A lovely way with words. I really enjoyed this and hope I can create like this in future. Roy
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Not sure that I can start
Permalink Submitted by The royster on
Not sure that I can start from beginning. But will certainly do some delving. I look forward to hearing from you. Roy
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