WHITE DOWN, JOE PARENTE [read me a book TXT] 📗

/> I guess I really needed this visit, because my Mom wasn’t here to kiss it!


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Stringed!

That tingle, that feeling of a parade going by, thrills!
That rush, that emotional sense of understanding, fills!

That shiver, that vibration reaction of sound, inflates!

That excitement, that quiver of arousal, awakes!
That beat, that tempo of rhythm, overtakes!

That music that harmony of song, goose bumps on skin!
That melody, that beautiful artistry of the mandolin!


WHITE DOWN

Feathers falling from the sky.
Landing so gently nearby.
Tenderly and very quiet,
Purest color of pure white.
Lightly flakes devoid of sound,
Goose down blanket covers ground.
Dry bright white surrounds your feet,
Until gray plowed, cold hems the street.

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Publication Date: 12-02-2009

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