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The Sheltered Poet
Above all be of single aim. (James Allen)
Monday, October 11, 2010
Keith Wesley Combs
his story.
crying
he takes
another drink
and begins
to tell me
a story
of love lost.
a love
that he sacrificed
with liquor
and hatred.
a love
forgotten
in her mind
but one
that tortures him
still.
{Poem by Keith Wesley Combs}
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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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