Car console salvageA Chapter by Lyn AndersonA page of poetry I found while sortingCrock pot of memories put em all in -- turn on the heat simmer until it's all homogenous a brew that renders edible the tough and stringy remnants of you. there are times you count them counting the days till there is life and light and hearth and home again. counting the days till I'm free to shine as bright as I used to be.
there is nothing new on the earth only a recycling of everything that's already been. Inside me a running theme holidays and anniversaries gone. things artificial kept green and the scene you made to steal mine for you, always for you. poetic justice I heard you were writing poems again. Poems about my wonderful a*s. and that's as close as you'll ever be again. poetry. © 2016 Lyn AndersonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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