terminal velocityA Poem by redd Brick KeshnerFrom a word bank.
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Drenched in heavy morning rain Like an arctic soaking to the vein; I just sat there stunned and wordless, by the results of endless tests. Only do I seek the scoffer's sympathy; my litanies dot the bottom of this timpani. No restaurant on high street offers... Whoa! I found where my sanity rests: A very comforting hand takes mine, The other hand by her child as well. I draw dry ice sculptures in my mind, While a hawk’s screech rings overhead. ` © 2010 redd Brick KeshnerAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 29, 2010 Last Updated on October 29, 2010 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more.. |

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