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But he was quick on the draw
And Wyatt's word was law.
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My finest work, joanie, i swear, guvnor. strewth!
Ps never believe a word i type. 
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Bruce, those first 4 lines were great. How were the last few lines?
I dont know.
I didn't read them
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Posted: |
Apr 25, 2018 - 4:32 PM
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By: |
joan hue
(Member)
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THE BLUE ASH
The envy of others, she
grew slowly, beautifully,
almost perfectly round
like a hot air balloon.
She now leans southerly,
a victim of April’s strong winds.
Unnaturally reaching towards
the sky, her roots form a
northern hump in the grass.
If fully leafed, abusive wind,
caught in pockets of her beauty,
would have been a large hand
crushing a tiny fist,
buckling knees to
the supplicant ground.
Good that her leaves furled,
a barricade for her beauty.
Let her roots, northern hunchback,
and ungainly tilt remind me
to shield personal parts.
Those waving all flags lean
vulnerable to caressing breezes
that turn to bashing winds.
A few unfurled leaves blow
at half mast, an ominous prelude
to forever lying on the ground.
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