pOetry:: far beyond the last bus stop

Started by Scott, January 21, 2008, 03:53:23 PM

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Scott

January 21, 2008, 03:53:23 PM
Last Trip
crossing Tañon Strait


revised version in another thread :)
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Bambi

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January 22, 2008, 02:36:43 AM
Excellent Scott!

As I understand......i just remember the rainy/windy weather in Bohol during our holidays.  Is it  far beyond?  :-\
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Scott

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January 22, 2008, 07:16:30 AM

Excellent Scott!

As I understand......i just remember the rainy/windy weather in Bohol during our holidays.  Is it  far beyond?  :-\

hehehe. thanks Ms. Bambs.
Meanwhile, summer is just around the corner. Yay!
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda
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