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july river 19

thunder clap
I think about
the promises
he won't keep
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  1. Barb19 July 2011 at 23:58

    I like the opposition you create in this poem. It poses many questions.

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  2. Hildred20 July 2011 at 05:43

    Another dry thunder storm, evocative of so many disappointments.

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  3. Frank...20 July 2011 at 17:57

    It is very difficult to write something new each day but you are going great guns; very impressed. Good luck with the river of stones project...

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  4. Lynne Rees21 July 2011 at 14:19

    Thanks so much for commenting - it's lovely meeting new people in the river.

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