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THAT FEELING IN THE BONES
That feeling in the bones connects to rain
In wrinkled farmers counting out their days
On rocking chairs with creaking joints of pain,
Though not so purely accurate in ways
That crafty numbers can with certainty explain.
But still it happens often as they swear
It does, and sneering doubters can go hang.
Some things don't recognize the rules we wear
Around our necks like status-yin-quo-yang,
But ache us out beyond what's merely Here or There.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem653
Quintain Stanza
South Pacific Ocean, bound for Fiji
JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (27th Night)
~ The Daily Poet
Categories: Quintain Stanza, DECEMBER 2011
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