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and now

i was a part of it,
 alright

my custom fit cradle
indented formidably
into
 earth from sky
a few looked down
(three to be exact)
with
 a blend of love,hate
 
and who gives 
a damn
upon
 a pillar

yet i was theirs
creation’s foundling 

2015-Rene

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  1. "Creation's foundling"......fantastic!

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  2. Enjoyed this one!

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  3. that was some powerful ending - an exclamation point.

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  4. When we fall to earth we can create what we desire - angel, devil or human...perhaps the latter allows for all variations ;)

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  5. Jai said what I could not find the words for...

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  6. Highly imaginative, and quite well done, take on the prompt.

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  7. "Three Men And A Baby"? Very interesting POV.

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  8. Quite Imaginative and a lovely read!

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  9. Being a part of it can be delightful. :)

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  10. very well done- love the last line!

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  11. Love the energy that sparkles out of each word. And the last line, perfect.

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  12. You have a gift for which we are all grateful .....

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  13. the mixture of those three emotions. I read that 3 times out loud. quite enjoyable

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