To the Nomad GirlA Poem by MiriamMB
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the human body is not a house well the water is often poisoned or harboring a great, dead thing at the bottom.
Don't build a home next to it. If you must drink, taste the water for rot sip lightly thank the giver kindly.
journey on. © 2013 MiriamMB |
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Added on June 5, 2013 Last Updated on June 5, 2013 AuthorMiriamMBDenver, COAboutI write, and I want a place to share my poetry, read other people's poetry and learn to grow as a writer. I want to write on more than just impulse. more..Writing
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