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Pipeline, Verse 52

Saturday morning.
The roar of the rapids as loud as the drizzle is soft.
Wanderers in slickers flick past,
fingers numb, barely looking.
Oh but you can see them, 61 more words


Have You Ever Done This?

I Sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. As bloggers, I think we all do this every time we write a post. We send our words, our thoughts out over the roofs of the world. 109 more words