there was an outlandish word on the wall
my husband got a cup and a notebook
and took it outside
to be free
Thursday, July 28, 2005
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drinking tea, sewing clouds, puttering,wandering,walking and wondering... welcome all to my opened suitcase.
3 comments:
i love this poem. i wrote it on my hand. it makes me smile : )
That's awesome! Really!
you make me notice words Kim and how beautiful they are. . . .out-land-ish. . . yes, it needs to be free.
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