snipped a lovely poem . . . about time you were back!
PQ
I'll second, third, fourth, fifth or whatever that.
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jeinna
so here's a welcome back poem for you (and the
other strong chicklets around here):
The Standing Army by Paula Meehan
Now that I carry my mother's spear,
wear my sister's gold ring in my ear,
I walk into the future, proud
to be ranked in the warrior caste,
come to play my part in defence
of my people, from my bed of wisdom sprung
to converse with the poets who
even now are flocking in the streets,
eyes aflame, weary of metrical talk,
starved of chant, craving tribal songs.
May Day 1990
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PQ
"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can
sometimes . . .just be an illusion." ---Javan