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A Poem by Shaun Rudie

tickling thought

directed mad mind

colorful whirlwind

and then silence

you watch the 

fruits of your "labor"

buckle order

your teasing

disarray

© 2011 Shaun Rudie


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Added on April 14, 2011
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Shaun Rudie
Shaun Rudie

Tampa, FL



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5,000 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..

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