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Poetry and Water
Well daylight never comes too soon
Saturday, November 12, 2011
night days
Owls, old vintages wheels and cats;
The hole in the sun howling;
Twelve towels grinding softly against my spine;
On the floor, disappearing wax.
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Laverne Pacquire
Here is a poetry collection. These works may or may not have been posted at various poetry forums on the internet. This poetry page is a poetic vision. I've been writing all my life. I am a self-made poetess. Poetry is a passion.
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