#JawnADay 2014-12-16 ...
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When she dances, the world becomes a wooden floor echoing her heel's rhythm--the beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating, beating of a child's heart.

from Poems Written For The Bill Walton - Artist To Artist Poetry Reading (with randomly generated number titles) 023

#JawnADay 2014-12-15 "I would leave again and again," she said, "to illustrate how much you love me."