your guitar and mine
squirrels chase
through the treetops
Monday, February 1, 2010
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Welcome to Outward Signs
This journal contains poetry by:
C. Robin Janning (Robin)
Matthew J. Robison (Matt)
& Some Visiting Poets
All work posted here retains the copyright of its author, and all rights are reserved.
C. Robin Janning (Robin)
Matthew J. Robison (Matt)
& Some Visiting Poets
All work posted here retains the copyright of its author, and all rights are reserved.
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