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/iframe> ….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kin.. more.. |

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