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Tattered and Done
by Diana J Legun
Thursday, March 29, 2012
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Cracking, popping old house bones,
broken.
Mended, broken again,
toothless fence.
Whimpering like a car-hit dog,
your life limps away.
You poor thing.
There is no shame in dying,
it's staying alive that reddens our cheeks.
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| Reviewed by Richard King |
4/5/2012 |
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I'm so happy you reviewed a couple of my poems which led me to your site. I've really enjoyed the journey you've taken me on, especially this little jaunt. I'll be checking back in.
Keep em coming. Dick |
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| Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen |
4/4/2012 |
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I like the house broken, mended, broken again....
Such are our emotions. And too, we are mended
within in our dying. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
3/29/2012 |
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| Redden cheeks or not, I'll hang in until I decide the redden has become muddied, then I'll figure out a way out of the situation. |
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