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,
each written by a member of the diaTribe, and published here on the
diaTribe Web by PM Productions. This is a bold move on the
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My World Leans Left To Live
My world leans left to live, loathe to declare
Its righted purpose, daring me to move.
Then, yesternight, I dreamed of your dark hair
And rightly leaned to memories we wove.
My dreaming minutes held your mane enclosed,
A swirl, a sparkling twirling, and as fine
As silken skeins. And then, your form reposed
In darkness, drawing me to your divine.
This man dares just the dreaming, and no more,
Of orbits passing, pulsing, arcing back.
They loan my mind sweet music that I score
Around your beauty. Nothing do you lack.
I think less of my notice of your hair
Than think I of your noticing me there.
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...by
the founder of PM Productions, Barry Parham.
First published by the diaTribe -
June 2001
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