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

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

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