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READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMSYes, another fine young hotblooded talent is bursting on to the OP scene! |
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Re: READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMSYou are such a bad, bad, boy/bear. I'm not sure I'm ready for anyone but you....but WTF? |
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Re: READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMSHey Bear, I tried to read this poet's stuff...what shows up ? Timesillusion...and that is a guy. |
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Re: READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMShttp://www.originalpoetry.com/poet/illusion |
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Re: READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMSThanks for the link, illusion...nice photos...and thrice times your poetry..................... |
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Re: READ, EXPLORE ILLUSION'S HIGHLY INTIMATE POEMSHey badbadbear, it looks as though this Illusion has picked up her pasties and left the scene of the accident... |
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.