The Hinge
Every poem has a hinge
one inch away from nonsense.
A gate swings open
and it sings.
[copyright EAC]
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2 comments:
Love the writing and the illustration...splendid thinking and 'arting'
Image is best, when viewed in large size-excellent !!
yes this is a fine poem!!
and fine graphics!
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