an obtuse purpose
life's conductor
do not cower
in the branches of the cypress
early missteps
of a moccasined soul
no one to extol
No last minute preps
everyone must exit
goods bought at the grocer
by the old grandmother
the parrot, the owlet
the plain figure
from birth to death
vacuum's breath
Eternal pending pasture
© 2001 by Mari
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