SENSES
A sound, like old motor oil pooling
A smell, like the barn straw in January
A sight, like the pond at 3 a.m.
A touch, like my hand deep in white flour
A taste, like pebbles from the well
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Peter Joseph Swanson
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April 13, 2007 a little poem about my body parts
February 16, 2010 10:40 AM UTC
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SENSES A sound, like old motor oil pooling A smell, like the barn straw in January A sight, like the pond at 3 a.m. A touch, like my hand deep in white flour A taste, like pebbles from the well
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Comments: 47
Thanks for adding your Sun Bespeckled Ink to -- Nuttin' But Sunshine!
that there's a dang good feelin'!
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