The fingers have long since decayed
But the soul is flying free
No more tapping poems out
The spirit has no where to let it be
Time passes and enthusiasm leaves
That soaring soul is wrinkled
'Cause the words we can no longer see
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Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2005
Yes, I need to find some of those lost words.
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving. I did.
Ron........cuzz
I hope the spirit can find a way to express that requires no words as such. Thought-provoking offering, Lynn. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you.
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Hope you had a great Thanksgiving. I did.
Ron........cuzz
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