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Poem a Day Practice
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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You were holding onto branches
as they whipped in the rain,
for though you couldn't see a thing,
by morning you'd be in the same place
if the tree was strong enough to hold you, too.
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Ilana Lipowicz
I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.
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