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| Tuesday, April 9, 2013, 2:48:51 AM |
Many years ago, I started writing. I saved what I had written to a 3.5" disc. Well, don't you know, that thing got corrupted and I lost everything I had written. Canvassing my friends, I got a few pieces back that I had shared with them, but most of it was gone, including the first couple chapters of the Great American Novel. Here is one of the pieces that was lost, re-created to the best of my memory. Morning Rows of clouds evenly Spaced left, right, front Back, rolling inland from The Gulf like rows of Surfers riding a wave or Lines of boats Boats, landing craft headed For a hostile beach Glowing red from the Early sun, like each was On fire or each was Awash In blood, carrying their Grisly cargo Moan groaning of the Wounded, silence of the Dead Mourning |
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