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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4110 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Keepsake Graeme Mullen I tried to whittle you, To carve you clean, Like a piece of driftwood. But pieces of you Just kept breaking off- Just knots, I thought. I didn’t see you weren’t wood, But more like glass, In quickening to break. If I had known then, I would have placed you, Gently, beside the ocean, And let your back file With the sand’s breathing Until you were smooth. |
