Making MoreA Poem by pheasant
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Lad set on the vine Loosened as a light Nestled in the night Reaching out for inner peace Leaching sights and songs cerise Pushing past these olden schools Passing out squeezed Golden Rules Pulling for another clue Bulling towards reviving new New and fresh in mind and step Being clear in keeping pep Now it's known How life is grown To be resolved On paths revolved Revolved around an ancient core Feeding, feeling, making more ![]() © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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Added on June 10, 2011Last Updated on June 15, 2011 |


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