Posted: November 19, 2007 in Uncategorized

The wind whips through the mesquites
and dry, yellow grass of the panhandle
where I’m residing at the moment.
It’s calming out here, yet the time passes by
so slowly that I just want to sleep
listening to the wind whipping through the air
as it carries you far away from me

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Comments
  1. Anonymous says:

    happy thanksgiving, hon.

  2. Have you ever tried pricehot.com? That’s usually where I get my rubber duckies. They have sooooo many….. Glad to there’s another enthusiast out there, and that I’m not alone, lol….

    Nice lil poem here. Hope you’re doing well.

  3. Thanks. I guess that means you got in okay.

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