A Conversation for Saturn Girl's Poetry
Peachy Carnehan Started conversation Jan 1, 2003
Those were very nice pomes indeed. Brother Kipling and I put a little pome together for yourself, which we put here as follows:
When I see a star, I think of a foxs eyes
Just glimpsed throught the bush;
No tangles for an instant,
Clear, and calling.
This gaze, pruning branches and berries,
Sparkles green and calls down other stars.
The fox winks at me
And listens for New Year's frosty footfalls.
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