Run
by Amberly Dean Latham
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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i am in a wonderful haze
the light shines through although vague
i see the end of the tunnel
and all of that remains
is a giddy kind of strange
turned astray from the mini go-'round
far from the orphan's culdesac we lay
upon the ground wishing out loud
to the autumn night abound
with shooting stars
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
11/13/2008 |
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A great poem you have written,I enjoy reading it,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
11/12/2008 |
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Ah, the infamous light at the end of the tunnel, how grand for you that you can see it. Now keep it in sight and smile...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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