bowl of random words 3

Use these random words in a poem.






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4 thoughts on “bowl of random words 3

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  2. where once the creek did
    a crane now stalks with spirit
    amongst a flotilla of ice

  3. His spirit hovered on the edge of nothing-
    and something.
    All he could see was a crane
    white as can be.
    It drank from a creek in autumn.
    And as the white cascade fell from the heavens,
    the man found himself slipping away on ice broken-
    by his greatest regrets.

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