Friday, August 10, 2007

poem on poem

You couldn't know I notice
But I watch you every day,
And the concerned concentration,
As you write in your notebook,
Is written all over your pretty face.
O! Erase my delicate soul,
Edit, alter your carefully chosen words,
For they warm my soul.

-TD, an oldie, but a goodie. 8/10/07

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