Love Has No Substitute
And when I drew back from his table
It was not because the food was unattractive
But because the cracked china grew unfamiliar
When he looked at it and said
"You can always be replaced."
(c)--Christina Cowling
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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