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By OWLcrkbrg
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15 June 2008 |
If you were a tree
I would want to be the house
held in your arms, and,
as lovers climbed you
to find me,
they'd hear the birds
sing in your hair,
and kiss
as their legs dangled
from my scrap-wood mouth.
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Written by DaleGorder (46 comments posted) 15th June 2008 | Welcome Owl, I hope the long crossing was a pleasant one for you and you arrived feathers in tact. Very knowledgeable people here and the fine critiques are wonderful, and exchanged freely...have fun PS...nice words in this poem.  |
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