Clyde A. Wray

Monday, March 9, 2009

Foul Winds

Through-out
all the unpleasantness
his open mouth
from which
fouls winds blew out
your calmness pervaded
staunch and rooted like a tree
you stood composed
unaided




Clyde A. Wray
March 9, 2009
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      • Please, Don't Look At My Shoes
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      • Thicker Than A Pound Butter
      • Sonnet # 221
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      • She's Found Wings
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      • Silence
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      • Kind Of Makes You Wonder
      • Sonnet # 218
      • Rainbow Colored Ice Cream In A Cone
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