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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 5:26 pm
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Longing
Sidling Time on the shelf, Tired and impatient, reaching for Friends outside of Time’s influence. Too many mountains along Time to cross, I blunder about, hoping my legs will learn To carry me swift to that inn of good fortune. That in where my folk, half-drunk on life Dance jovially on the table, Unaware of disapproving glances around them, Which were they known, Would carry them fully Into inebriety. And here wishing the Rain Would remember to call her, And make this journey full. If Thunder could stand together With Rain while I walk. I would have something to speak with. And oh, how Thunder might carry my word, Long distances to those I long to jig with, As once I know she did, As deaf the ears her voice May fall on seem to be.
This is my first post here in the guild, I hope for vigorous criticism. Thanks for your time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 7:41 am
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