Wrestling WordsA Poem by pheasant
Crafting a sequence
Cast in a thought Opening avenues Well to be caught In a puzzling place Outside of space Where no simple task is left undone We reach for the last of the castle we've begun © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 10, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 AuthorpheasantSanta Rosa, CAAboutThis is such a great outlet for so many... I'm here to share, make meaningful connections, and delve a little deeper into the creative flow. I know writing to be a tool and a gift, that can help us in.. more..Writing
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