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2008,
Dante,
Elric
For my sons on their birthday.
fifteen
the clock tocks on and even with your socks on
you can feel the sand piling up.
you are still vital enough to step up
and stand upon it as it rises
making your way, hair and eyes, into the skies,
and asking questions that disturb you
with that arrogant smirk that tells me
you know you'll work it out.
and I have that confidence in you, as well.
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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