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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4551 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Outbound Ron Lavalette 1. It's hard to find you gone tonight, outbound among the stars, and I wingless, without a song under a dimelike moon look up from ice. 2. I did not dream, last night, the loose end would ravel. Your departure loomed. I held my breath while you slept, tired, tried to imagine you far from these sheets of snow, under another sky. |
