Flux: by Bonnie McClellan

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By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

Brad says:

February 7, 2010 at 5:50 am

Every word of this poem dances with the idea contained within it. The end arrives and the pleasure of experience demands a replay.

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1. bonniemcclellan says:
  
  February 7, 2010 at 8:14 am
  
  Thank you Brad. I feel very lucky to have a compliment that is a poem in itself.
  
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