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| Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems |
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| by K. Violet October 2002 |
| Sometimes, we shoot the sun, although it fights to shine, it dies without remorse, regret, a foolish investment, wasteful, trapped inside torrents, ache. Today, tho I thought I'd murdered it, in the dim of a fall evening my friend came and lit a lamp in my heart, in my home. |
| ~ Sunshine, Even a Lamp ~ |
| Poem of the Week * November 10 to 16, 2002 |
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