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Dai Miles

Updated: Sun, 30 Mar 2008 08:04 pm

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Not much to say. I'm just starting out.


Close There is no air on his head, he fixes that, removes his cap and wipes his brow with it. A breeze across his crown brings a smile to his uncle; he too has bared his thinking tank. They both relax in the shadow of an ostrich who hasn’t seen them, yet.

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Dai Miles

Wed 16th Apr 2008 19:41

hey, clarissa. Sorry I'm so late in replying... I'm getting lost around here! Anyways.. thanks.. it's nice to be different!

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clarissa mckone

Thu 3rd Apr 2008 03:57

Hi Dai, welcome to the poetry site. I enjoyed reading your poems, they are different.

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