[W.F. Lantry]

Hmmm... let's see if the new code works...

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testing... hey, it's perfect! Life is good!

Thanks,

Bill

[W.F. Lantry]

Still testing...

It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker.
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Hmmmm...

[Janice D. Soderling]

How can we tell the dancer from the dance?
How can we tell the dweller from the home?
When overwhelmed with such rare radiance,
How can we wrest the background from the poem?

[Wintaka]

Posting

poetry

online

[Janice D. Soderling]

Oh, Lordy, I hope our sillly jokes haven't offended.

I don't see any background on the Deck the Halls and am feeling mighty small like I might be an inadvertent saboteur.

I take it all back.

[Allen Tice]

Originally Posted by Janice D. Soderling

How can we tell the dancer from the dance?
How can we tell the dweller from the home?
When overwhelmed with such rare radiance,
How can we wrest the background from the poem?

That is why I prefer print.

[Alex Pepple]

Originally Posted by Janice D. Soderling

Oh, Lordy, I hope our sillly jokes haven't offended.

I don't see any background on the Deck the Halls and am feeling mighty small like I might be an inadvertent saboteur.

I take it all back.

It appears Sharon is missing in action ... Paging Sharon to come on deck! ...