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marks on a wooden carpet
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03-28-2011, 09:32 PM
life is a multitude
of scratches on a parquet floor, a well worn piece of brass used to open and close a door or drawer full of knives blunt and sharpened with wicked whit. 
03-28-2011, 10:56 PM
Hi, Billy!
I really like it! Very good imagination! And, that I like very much, it's thought provoking. Best regards, R.Y. 
03-30-2011, 09:03 AM
I like this very much. The idea is unique, which is rare in poetry these days. Thanks for the read, Bilbo
 (Yeah, "Bilbo" is your new nickname now. Like it or lump it )
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
03-30-2011, 02:08 PM
Beautiful and so true.
(LOL at Bilbo  )
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
03-30-2011, 04:15 PM
Great title for starters.
I felt it was deep and insightful. I enjoyed this piece very much .... put it into my saved poems folder. Thank you
You give to the world when you're giving your best to somebody else.
03-30-2011, 05:36 PM
bilbo is flattered and says thank you
04-09-2011, 01:55 AM
A unique look at life.
I too, loved the title. I see nothing to critique. Sue
04-10-2011, 08:53 AM
thanks for the kind comment sue
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