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dry season quenching rain
surprising
washing
drumming
shaping droplets
dangling from leaf tips
carnival mas makers their
feathers
beads
cloths
paints
the players feteing
waiting
paying
gossiping
googling
exercising
is there a poem in here
somewhere
no yellow brick road
no witch to tangle
no red shoes
definitely a waste of words
definitely words
are never wasted
definitely words
are never always written
words are creations little
gnomes
elfs
workers
builders
painters
sculptors
maybe some get to be
poems
the lucky ones
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Voices
THE CHALLENGE: OK, 'nuff said. Write a short poem about the voices you hear or the ones you used to; the voices which call or enthrall; the voices which yearn and those which burn. Your assigned poem is a seashell; hold it to your ear; tell us what you heard the sea sing ...
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