This is where my pen took me . . .
The last lines of a diary entry
Mimes and clowns play in the Autumn Park, lay in the grass, bathe in the sprinkling rain, play with fallen, golden and red leaves, the grass is still green . . .
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2010-10-02 at 03:11
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