hidden fruit/hidden blossomsA Poem by marilyn 1225no one knows my name and who I am in ''real life'' but I can pour out my heart, make fun of our foibles, slash out at a past love or lover and misspell, make errors and write humorous nonsense all in the writers' café where anonomity reigns: the family doc is a poet here- the teachers far and near can play with words and bare their hearts safely to be heard.. and who are they? -poets meek and bold, passionate, with one thought or one lifetime-- - to be told. and no one here is what he is--or- so it might appear. there goes a preacher , a laundry shop attendant...or equestrian-- ... almost totally bare.....
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6 Reviews Added on October 15, 2017 Last Updated on October 15, 2017 Authormarilyn 1225Aboutwas a teacher for years, love books, love art work and swimming I live in NJersey and write free style poems not always with rhyme my friend Dara recommended this site more..Writing
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