Happy Hiram
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My computer said this just got violated, probably because I named names. Here is a "clean" repost.
Frozen pigeons
crying at night
under highway overpasses
that is my soul
when struck by your
insight.
I won't stew in it
The vast well of your intuition
wearing ever deeper and deeper
with each flood tide.
We've faced floods
without even meeting;
tomorrow, adrift
our history, washed away.
Lets draw a line,
bear our own scars
nor mark ourselves
with these echoes.
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Thanks for your time Buk and Jellz.
I have always valued criticism more than praise.
Frozen pigeons
crying at night
under highway overpasses
that is my soul
when struck by your
insight.
I won't stew in it
The vast well of your intuition
wearing ever deeper and deeper
with each flood tide.
We've faced floods
without even meeting;
tomorrow, adrift
our history, washed away.
Lets draw a line,
bear our own scars
nor mark ourselves
with these echoes.
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There was a problem performing that action, please try again later.
Thanks for your time Buk and Jellz.
I have always valued criticism more than praise.