preach to me
in utter silence ~
resemblance, though shared,
counts for nothing;
the listless, featherless bird
feasts on
moldy bread
and
poisoned water
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Another Wandering Soul 
Oh, I hope no one is feeding you poison.
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nope, all good… just late night musings thinking about the past 😉
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I do that a lot too.
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best thing to do when sleep abandons ship 😉
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What time is it in Europe, love–has to be the wee hours…
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4am – two more hrs till i have to get ready for work… woke up half an hour ago… care to swing the frying pan and make my head hit the pillow? 😉
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Aw, I am a nonviolent sort, despite what my poetry might suggest. I can heat you up a chai latte though…
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mmmmh that sounds really good 🙂
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LOL, speaking of mad muses who wake you in the wee hours, you should go see what Trent cooked up today–it is still today here, and not yesterday. Wow–fun to talk across a dateline.
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haha yes it is 😉 will check our trent’s site! thank you…
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At the very least, you will understand where he’s coming from, with a muse that wakes him up, among other evil things.
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😀
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Wow, that’s so intense!!
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thank you very much for the visit 🙂
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Really hitting home Miriam. It’s very good.
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thank you very much! hope i didn’t hit too hard… 😉
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Many times you have such impact with so few words.
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… and blushing yet again…
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That made me a bit sad. In a blues-kind of way. I hate using the word “powerful”, but there you are.
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wow, thank you, Trent!
i thoroughly enjoyed reading your latest piece – had to read it three times, it’s amazing!
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Thanks much Miriam.
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It has a stilling sort of quality to it.
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i love how you get me. seriously. thank you!
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