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mute swan hiss


there are times
you must take yourself
firmly
by the hand
and remind yourself
that while
your arms
bear a striking resemblance
to a dancer's
the legs
are what matter, here

dream, yes
but with wings
tucked
don't let
your heart get caught
in a fools net
my dear

Rene Foran ~ April 2011

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  1. Brian MillerApril 9, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    i hear your warning, easy to get caught up in impossible dreams...

    really like the pic as well...rather fond of a dancer...

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  2. MarianApril 9, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    ah, sigh.

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  3. ianApril 9, 2011 at 1:50 PM

    lofty and down-to-earth. how do you do what you do?

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  4. LanceApril 9, 2011 at 4:52 PM

    "Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars"- Casey Kasem

    I liked the poem a lot

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  5. Casey FreelandApril 9, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    Sometimes you have to dream with your wings spread. Just for the hell of it.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  6. EvalinnApril 10, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    That´s beautiful!

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