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like her tiny glass turtle
hidden
under your troubled tongue
steal me away

Rene ~ August 2012
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  1. Brian MillerAugust 15, 2012 at 11:49 AM

    being a turtle it might be a slow stealing, but then again that would not be bad either...

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  2. Irish GumboAugust 15, 2012 at 6:50 PM

    How? What? I am puzzled, but I get some interesting mental pics from this...:)

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  3. MaryAugust 19, 2012 at 10:38 AM

    Very cleverly crafted poem!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 19, 2012 at 11:23 AM

    Aha, a thief of turtles and hearts!

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  5. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerAugust 19, 2012 at 3:53 PM

    Ah--what a little gem in this turtle

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 19, 2012 at 9:04 PM

    This is intriguing. Mysterious!

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  7. UnknownAugust 20, 2012 at 5:01 PM

    ooh, i like the intrigue in this, and sometimes short poems say so much. x

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