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wetnessjenni said Mar 20, 2008, 8:26 PM: |
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snow falling on snow in the wetness of the sky that is grey and never ending falling and spreading and melting in the rain that comes down endlessly in the mist and lingers in the trees hanging on to the leaves dripping in puddles to walk in my shoes getting wet and my socks are cold now and no time to change them waiting for them to dry and then to forget them.
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Re: wetnessNicole said Mar 20, 2008, 8:32 PM: |
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jenni, i love the way each line builds on the line before conveying humidity to the point that by the end of it, i was truly soaked cold and ready for hot chocolate! :) |
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Re: wetnessNicole said Mar 21, 2008, 1:36 AM: |
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Where I was? Talking to me? Having deja vu here… |
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Re: wetnessjenni said Mar 23, 2008, 6:09 PM: |
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hello, I am here. thank you nicole and Mr. R. |
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Re: wetnessayla said Mar 25, 2008, 4:25 PM: |
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Nice to see you here, Jens! Cold wet socks and all! (oh, nice poem too!) ;0) |
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Re: wetnessTom said Mar 26, 2008, 7:00 AM: |
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Hi jenni, thanks for the new poem! It's a perfect wet moment. Beautiful and moist. The wet sock thing is universal and tactile. You made me remember what it is to have totally soaked socks. |
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Re: wetnessjenni said Mar 27, 2008, 7:46 PM: |
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hey you guys, I didn't see you and just happened to notice that my poem was still here. Thanks so much for commenting. Sweet Ayla as always and Tom my friend. I wrote this poem mainly because of the relentless wet, cold winter here and also the other day I had to walk in puddles, couldn't escape them and shoes got wet,as did my socks and I hate that feeling. |
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