poem-thoughts
Thursday, November 8, 2012
november eighth time
trapped in the jagged fingernail of greatness--
that clings and cuts and waits to be trimmed to a size
approachable for handshakes with acquaintances
and sometimes back rubs
and often playing the guitar.
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