a poem every day (or something close to that)
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doubt
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Showing posts with label
doubt
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
It's raining horses.
When it rains like this
newspapers slush
into pudding on the sidewalk.
When it rains like this
I have no doubt
that you would still love me
if you let your intentions run wild
like the horses they are.
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