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Sun 8 Dec, 2002 12:02 pm
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wordthoughts
curve round
straight narrow
thin spirals
in and out sticky
to catch a moth
led to a flame
spun silk surreal
web radiates
from
moving tendrils of time
tick tock
tick tock
desire starts
at midnight
pleasure ends at 3
tick tock
weave a spell
invisible rhyme
in
spidertime
copyright 11/02
by the author
Ummm, is this a muse poem?
Love it sweetpea and like your avatar very much.
thank you both, and thank you for taking the time to read and comment......
joni-marie
(sweetpea)
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