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Peace is like writing poetry,
Its own reward. The last parade
before the ending becomes
the last event.
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Troops come home, broken
and tired, standing in yesterday
mirror hoping a poem will come,
a catchy tune, a ballad for being
out of harm.
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So I sing and sing or write
it down and make it float
for anyone to find and heed
as if my fingers were a guitar,
my imagination the strings.
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Lady A
12-12-13
1:37p
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As if my fingers were
As if my fingers were strings.. Loved it!
Edited Lines
Like The Blue Guitar by Wallace Stevens - the jangling of the strings - Thanks for stopping by.
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