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Post by AquarianM on Jun 22, 2004 17:56:33 GMT -5
Atlanta After Dinner...
Packed into the hotel, Friends in town for a night, We sat through Houston's, Rib barbecue religion, Artichoke art and forks, Catching up and clueing in, Back at the room and warm stars winking, The man the color of night speaking of dust storms, Raging in West Texas sky, Sharing cigar magic, C-130's droning past above, Soft wine red glowing warm, We set the night to bed, Breathing between clock ticks, Unfolded alarm whispering "hooray," Face wash us to sleep, The coast is calling!
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 04/06/2004
Author's Comments: Soon to sea. (Two If By Sea poem 0004)
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Post by Elle Rush on Jun 26, 2004 21:41:07 GMT -5
Atlanta!! Close to my birthplace... a gorgeous southern town. I want pictures! You captured your fun & anticipation of the remainder of your journeys here.
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