Sunday, November 27, 2011

Gut

Can't write poems
from gut.
Gut has no words.
Just]
laughs,
churns,
wails.
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3 comments:

  1. MaryNovember 27, 2011 at 5:24 PM

    Some days are like that,Victoria.
    No aplologies needed.

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  2. LynneNovember 30, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Oh yes, Victoria. I can identify with this!

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  3. Judy RoneyDecember 4, 2011 at 5:19 PM

    This is an interesting take on gut level.

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