In quizzing the precise meaning
Of words down to the quarter note
And noticing my eyes crinkling
And saying that I smelled
Of shampoo and diligence
You inadvertently named me
Then I felt how I had not
Been called by name before
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Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres