The Curator (shhhh...)A Poem by Joel M Frye
shopworn covers, brittle pages,
faded, handled carelessly - dime-store dreams locked up for ages in the musty library. risks untaken, words unspoken stacked in cornered memories beside the shelves that hold the broken spines of bound-up fantasies. © 2011 Joel M FryeReviews
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Added on April 5, 2011Last Updated on April 5, 2011 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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