first hoursA Poem by Tim SchulzTiny first steps back.the early sway of dark against light awoke me like a lover's murmur.
it sounded like it was cold the wind thrumming bitterly against the outside wall.
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1 Review Added on January 1, 2011 Last Updated on January 2, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorTim SchulzDeKalb, ILAbout63 years old, not looking for anything but to try my hand again with some old friends. more..Writing
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