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Liar
Liar
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trying on
a new melody
the wires suddenly sway
differently

chopin squared
through a blender
spun senseless
on a merry go round

right there
in magic bulb light
flashing flashback
to seven years old

and suddenly scared
of a great while
plastic horse
rounding the corner
wooshing past

a little bit too close

it's balderdash
but it's beautiful

and yes
once again
it sings
for me

Liar
Liar
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echoes_sechoes_salmost 20 years ago
spinning

around, singing again, a different tune. I liked this Liar

jthserrajthserraalmost 20 years ago
Chopin in a blender...

a wonderful play on words with an interesting image. The music crashes into pieces and suddenly sings again. Very good...

jim : )

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
Lines to read again and remember

"it's balderdash

but it's beautiful"

Lovely poem.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Nice................

........word picture. Childhood memories haunt us all. Fears grow from harmless things seen through vulnerable eyes so that - even grown away from vulnerabilty - the shiver remains.

A roundabout playing Chopin - heaven!

YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
spindoline

A fun read as always expected.

Should "while" be "white"?

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