harvest of the unlovedA Poem by Shaun Rudieeye creases sun grimace my feet stumble in this cold field fingers and arms outstretched, bold contrast to pleading, I am here to help, my trip purposeful under blue sky I wrap warm my cold harvest © 2011 Shaun Rudie |
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Added on March 14, 2011 Last Updated on March 14, 2011 AuthorShaun RudieTampa, FLAbout5,000 words a day. Yeah, really. I challenged myself and met the challenge for 8 days straight. I write about it, and the craft of writing, here: http://writeku.com I have a novel here: www... more..Writing
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