They pull us out of an icy pool gut and scale us throw us back to America one eye bleeding we jog to Georgia where the grape-vined forest takes us in and feeds us mucadine and pecan.
poeting for 32yrs; started in Atl. and now I LOOK TO COMMUNICATE ABOUT ART ; FIND THE RHYME IN THE HEART; FIND the HEART IN THE RHYME;Ilove my grandchilren and children .. there are 22 , of us all together ;one on the way ..yeah,I want people,more than anything, to comment on my blogs;they are rough ,yes, but kernals of poems/please take the time to offer me some critique in the form of a few words;I will always react.
well boring especially for a homework make it better plz thx
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