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Arriving home for Christmas... |
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By Steve_K
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18 December 2007 |
In the belly of a giant bird
It digests my being
The quiet humming of heart, lung and throbbing vein
Intestinates all matter within
All thoughts and memories churned
As it dips its wing
And glides out of the clouds
And over Cork harbour
It deciphers all love I've ever felt
And shivers with excitement as it touches down
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Written by punchy (500 comments posted) 18th December 2007 | Very nice. I like the line ' it digests my being' in fact I like all of it except the word throbbing! 
Paula x |
Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 19th December 2007 | | nice write |
Written by Josie (2780 comments posted) 19th December 2007 | | How nice to be going home for Christmas. I remember those days, and I sometimes had to return home in a very small and very bumpy little aircraft from Jersey in the 1960s. It's a wonder I'm still here to tell the tale. You've written this very well. |
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