And perfection is enhanced. Cedar groves perpetuate sensuous nuances. To complete the thought turn over the rock. Slight indulgences. The poet is outmoded. Each "him" as it appears. "Sentences wearing eyeglasses" quantifies an abstraction in the haziest sense of quantifies an abstraction. Abutments practicing scales mark the distance between nature and an observer. Remove yourself from the picture. To gain access. Silence as a window closes. Some entranced word sleeps "the sleep." The plucked mango is an answer we ignore. I write completely. A sentence in parallel parking. Come winter, truth will heed a beautiful insinuation. I have tolerated meaning when I am at a loss for words. If comely magnets are words on my fridge, I have nature to input. I encounters "I." If a drink is good, then dark patio stones elaborate a rite. Loud music plays in the parlor. The wolves gather, perfect in unison. They want their lives returned to them when pellucid ponds thaw at last.
Thanks for the bravo, Sheila. I cld say the same about yr latest posting. Thanks also for the email. I'm sorry I didn't respond with one of my own. I inadvertantly deleted yr email before thinking to hit "Reply" on my browser. & thus I lost yr email address. I'm not rude or crude. Just a little rushed. Thanks again for yr kind bravo. It means alot coming from you.
I cld say the same about yr latest posting.
Thanks also for the email.
I'm sorry I didn't respond with one of my own.
I inadvertantly deleted yr email
before thinking to hit "Reply"
on my browser.
& thus I lost yr email address.
I'm not rude or crude.
Just a little rushed.
Thanks again for yr kind bravo.
It means alot coming from you.
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