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No Shattered Coffee Cups Today
by Jorge Rodriguez
Saturday, October 26, 2002
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No shattered
Coffee cups today,
No sweet brown crème
Spilling between the
Seams of multi-colored
Tiles,
No miles
Between us,
Just whispers
That
Brings rivers,
Connecting from our
Bodies, moving,
Undulating,
flowing,
Rhythms
Like a million colors,
With each
swing of
The hips,
Lips,
We move
Past space and time.
No shattered
Coffee cups today.
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| Reviewed by . ShyPoet1 |
10/27/2002 |
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| Nice my friend ... very nice |
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| Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) |
10/27/2002 |
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| I agree with the others about this write... |
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| Reviewed by Sean O'Connell |
10/27/2002 |
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| I'm glad that the coffee cups are intact and I'm glad that I can read your excellent work |
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| Reviewed by Sean O'Connell |
10/27/2002 |
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Muah* Loved this write, Jorge! You're like a breath of fresh air, sweetie! Keep'em coming.
(((hugs))) |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
10/26/2002 |
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| a sigh of relief in time of a respite;-) much captured here...fine write Jorge... |
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