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sedate 
sleight of hand
fools the fire
for a time
though the thirst 
persists

2014-Rene

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  1. Well--I just love this Rene---it says so much!

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  2. playing it cool to make the opponent more eager... Give a little, make em want more... nice lil write - left me wantin' more. smiles

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  3. The thirst will always persist... great poem!

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  4. A good match for the picture.

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  5. What an interesting insight into the mind of masterful player

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  6. oh, very nice, a lot said here in so few words

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  7. Yes you say so much in so few words, I love it.

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  8. Bright, entertaining response to the prompt. Well done.

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  9. An elegant poem - thank you.:-)

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  10. I like how much you manage to say in so few words.

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  11. Agree with everyone here
    So short yet saying so much.
    Loved it

    Nice to meet you Rene ~ Eddie

    Clouds and Silvery Linings

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  12. She is chained to the house until the demons will out ....

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  13. Damn, this is so tight, so expressive. I struggle with poetry, but this is fantastic. Indigo x

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