Topic: Heavenly Crab a Cancer on Earth | |
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Fourteen days
into the seventh month of the seventy fourth year of the twentieth Terran century, I arrived on Gaia. An avatar slung from zodiacal zoetrope catapulted toward a blue planet. Symbiosis commenced; a joining greeted by lip-less teeth and wetted eyes. Skin grown in utero clothing a disembodied entity gestated between stars. A crablike constellation, frozen pincers in situ... razor sharp scissors in hand? |
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UNIQUE
14th July 74, ..... |
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Nice poem .
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UNIQUE 14th July 74, ..... This old man isn't ready for the nursing home just yet! |
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Nice poem . |
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This old man isn't ready for the nursing home just yet! yeah I know that.. As always, Excellent Poem |
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This old man isn't ready for the nursing home just yet! yeah I know that.. As always, Excellent Poem Thanks, Robin. 48 today, 50 two years from today... maybe I'll feel like an old man then... but I doubt it! |
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Thanks, Robin. 48 today, 50 two years from today... maybe I'll feel like an old man then... but I doubt it! You won't, a person gets old by his own thoughts... not by age. Good Day tc. |
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