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paradise loveIn a field filled with red poppies, yellow tulips and forget me nots |
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RE: paradise loveI like it |
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RE: paradise loveNice flow! Clean and tight at least by my sight. Kudo's! |
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RE: paradise loveVery good. "Our hearts finally beat" I think could be improved upon. Did you mean our hearts paused then finally beat? I am not clear on it. It might be just me. |
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.