Chasing Our TailsA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)shattered kingdoms, in time, may be made whole, lucky winds don‘t ever blow; all is planned, but truth is God’s hand, free of our dictums. spouting figures and touting so-called facts, trails of dead myth and keen observation. hurriedly following our own deep tracks to rerun victorious frustrations. life is a pattern of circular trails, theologians and scientists chasing their tales. life is temporary; the circle prevails. © 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Featured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 9, 2009 Last Updated on February 10, 2009 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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