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2007,
California
Something new he penned for his trip to California.
a new rage
the old rage had caged me
the new winds are sweet
and their grey, it shines to silver
as the clouds call
the stars fall
and the angels
remember how to pronounce my name
though nothing is the same
it is good to breath Pacific winds.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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