Dragonlies
Dragonlies 
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I had a lot ( of time) ( of wine )
Of rhyme but did not know it,
I could have been a Poet,even then,
even when I knew it then,I was waiting
for this moment,now. Tao. A Poet.
Dragonflies around my head,
Dragonflies around the pond,
fishing for more lies.
Listening to humming wings,
lieing on the ground.
Listening to their dragonlies,
as they hummed around my head,
wishing I was dead but,
never knowing how.
Living and yet dying a Poet.
ANYHOW
Charles Robert HIce
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
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