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pilgrim

shadow ~ photo credit : Rene

you try
every day
to pin down clouds
shake some soul
from the sun
you try
because
you're just so damn tired
of small voice
assumptions
so you take it
upon yourself
to comb the truth
from
the beard of the legend
you end up lost
choking
on a squall of
cracker crumbs

Rene ~ January 2, 2013
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  1. Brian MillerJanuary 2, 2013 at 9:44 PM

    smiles...ah, we ll the search for truth, i understand that...pinning down clouds, not easy to do...even if you get the crumbs of truth you are good though...smiles...

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  2. MarianJanuary 3, 2013 at 10:57 AM

    hah, combing that beard will always bring nasty surprises!

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