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Last night I saw a shooting star.
She was the rolling stone wearing a
leopard-skin pill box hat;
Warhol's prop,
Dylan's teardrop.
Her fate sealed in her broken
lifeline;
She lived twenty eight years
in one and a half.
**written by petra michelle**
http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/
13 comments:
This is beautiful and the illustartion too.
Lovely, and the photo is a treat!
That is a beautiful life!
Loved this!
What a gorgeous picture and your poem is very visual. Wonderful!
beautiful flower! great picture
hey petra
this is my favorite poem so far
its a little edgier than most
i really love this
so funny about needing to eat!
the arboretum was a nice oasis in wayne new jersey
thanks for always visiting
its nice
Thanks for everything. I need them.
Because.
Great job again, and so I have an award for you on my blog. Come and claim it. http://ablogstalker.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-beans.html
...10 million light years to the mouth of a graveyard...
Loved this! Just the fact you know who Edie Sedgwick was, makes you okay in my book. :D
I hated the accusation intoned in Bob Dylan's "How Does it Feel" (althought I must admit the words of that poem are great). With that said I will conclude by telling you that the words of this poem are great too!
Thanks for the award it's up - and also this poem is maddeningly fabulouso
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