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a type of lullabye


rain 
on my 
rooftop
taps out 
a symphony
for ninety 
Underwoods
a savage 
performance
studded with
thunderous
percussion
balm
for my
beastly
soul

Rene ~2013

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  1. Vodka MomJuly 14, 2009 at 7:35 AM

    lovely.

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  2. The GrandpaJuly 14, 2009 at 8:47 AM

    Absolutely perfect.

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  3. ellen abbottJuly 14, 2009 at 9:11 AM

    Rain...sigh. I try to remember what that's like.

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  4. IndrayaniJuly 14, 2009 at 11:31 AM

    Thats short and sweet....!:)
    Lovely !!!

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  5. anonJuly 14, 2009 at 1:22 PM

    The rain does soothe the savage beast like no other.

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  6. RCaitlinJuly 14, 2009 at 2:15 PM

    oh very pretty! I love rain *sigh.*

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  7. hedgewitchFebruary 10, 2011 at 11:51 PM

    I like it, Rene. A unique but instantly recognizable image.

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  8. FireblossomFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:14 AM

    I love that you've somehow made the imaginative leap from rain to Underwoods. And then the contradiction at the end. Wonderful, I'm so glad you dusted this one off, Rene.

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  9. The Friday ForgottenFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    Thank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.

    I enjoyed reading this and loved the throwback to days of the type writer when we beat our souls to death on eventual crumpled wastepaper basket paper.

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  10. Brother OllieFebruary 11, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    indeed it would - nice one - glad you shared

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  11. signed...bkmFebruary 11, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    love this and with the photo...priceless....nice...bkm

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