Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Swift

Swift the arrow flies through the air.
Swift the sword flashes silver.
Swift the ax goes down.
And then...
It all stops as quickly as it had started.

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  1. andrewlylehartmanMarch 31, 2009 at 9:52 PM

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  2. Ju LeeMarch 31, 2009 at 9:56 PM

    A red tailed hawk was eye-ing me suspiciously while I typed this....
    Just the secretary....period
    Heheheehe....
    Great gusto movement in poetry....bravo

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