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Soup
smells of rainy days
steamy tendrils
fogging up
gray sky and
trills on the window
shoes, squeaky
with dripping grass and
mornings, misty
from december
drizzle through
the night
foggy clouds, up
by the top
of the chimney
spider webs beaded,
dipped in silver and hung
up in the moonlight
to dry
sipping tea
faces flickering
in light
of dying embers
turning
musty pages
to the lull of a
rainy day




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Kev-Girl said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 4:17 pm:
yo, cool poem! hmmm... i can totally relate to this! thanks for posting! and please check out my first post! 
 
billgamesh11 replied...
Aug. 27, 2011 at 10:56 am :
This is the first poem I have ever read about soup, and I have to say, it was pretty good!!! Keep up the great work!!!:):):);)
 
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