finally

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    finally

     for all the leavings, wounded
    and all the slights unmeant
    for all the harshsaids slipped by
    easy care and thought less mess,
    there is no debt;

    for I have met
    the soul of a such a man

    it wound it's way through task and tedium
    past want and never will have
    over I am and around I wish
    to finally

    find me
    waiting patiently at the end of your fingertips

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    origionalmerlin commented on finally

    07-07-2009

    Exactly Accurate poem, you write well thanks for posting this. andrew coates
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    nlsonnet

    07/07/2009

    thanks for your kind comments, but I think it's missing something-not enough anticipation, maybe...

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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