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The Sheltered Poet
Above all be of single aim. (James Allen)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
One Poem by T. Anders Carson
An Oak's Last Fist
Elbow curved
in Autumn coloring bliss,
breezes blow the dawn.
{Poem by T. Anders Carson}
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forever dancing
May the artistic expression of
God's grace be my holy testimony.
May the dance of my life continue
as long as there is breath in me.
Melanie M. Eyth
danceofmyhands@aol.com
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