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play me home


i remember 
when
the fences 
that lined 
my way 
home
tickled the toes 
of 
my senses
a picket xylophone

Rene ~ September 2011
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  1. EcoGrrlSeptember 21, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    sweet :)

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    with a stick in hand...

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  3. Vodka MomSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    and I remember when the daisies
    that lined the walk to the garage
    smiled and laughed as I
    fanned them with my youth.


    xx

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  4. Vodka MomSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    oh yeah.



    i'm back.

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  5. Irish GumboSeptember 23, 2011 at 6:32 AM

    This makes me want a picket fence, just so I could play it.

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  6. Crystal PistolSeptember 24, 2011 at 2:28 AM

    Very cute. What a sweet memory. :)

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  7. MichaelOctober 16, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    Very darling little piece here. Love the use of xylophone. not sure I have ever read that word in a poem before in fact. Clever girl! :)

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  8. Ann ImigOctober 23, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    Wonderful. I love how your soul speaks on this blog.

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