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CLOTHESPINS
By David Allen
They are lonely now
Attached to the line
In the back yard.
Some machine
Inside the house
Now acts like the sun,
Drying the wash
And giving it a perfumed
Scent with no wrinkles.
The wooden pegs
Now point to the blue sky
Wondering why
They were abandoned.
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THIS TIME
By David Allen
There’s a lot of time before him,
but he hesitates and is unsure
when to begin.
Why wasn’t his clock set?
Time has been stretched
in all directions and,
as seconds, minutes,
and hours tick by,
he stands limply, head down
wondering if his time
has already passed.
| Micheal on DRIVING AIMLESSLY |
| David Allen on WOODSTOCK |
| Shirley Marsh on WOODSTOCK |
| David Allen on Fishing for Answers |
| David Allen on Fishing for Answers |
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