if a bullet were a feather
susceptible to the weather
denied its trajectory and death wish
lost its velocity lost its hiss
only then would it always miss
its appointment with death's kiss
Bullet
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Sean, did you try to link up a poem to dVerse? I clicked on your link at Mr. Linky but it gave an error message.
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Every now and then I make a mess of using the Publish feature.
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