|We'll Cross That Blue Moon When We Get To It
In a day I could be there
the going is ephemeral,
a bird in the hand-
a cold day in hell,
all I learned is temporal.
3 Sep 04
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well,,lets put this up
Hankton. This made put everything down. Wonderbrotchen! I printed it out and added it to my wall of paper stuffs.
Not even the comments make sense!
Come on, I'm trying to like it but - what is it?
well onklcrispy, hooyeah, i believe this is the first time youve chimed in on one of my poems and im flattered. be sure your walll of paperstuff becomes not a fire hazard.
I don't really understand it, or the title, but the language and general ebb of the poem is enjoyable.
looks like you've been where i have....
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