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Topic: Olympia Hibernates
Ana Joined Sat 10/19/19 Posts: 12	Fri 10/25/19 04:16 AM
Old Olympia lay silent No fingers caress her now. A shroud of dust covers her like the dead. The ink cling dry to her ribbon like blood. No words are formed No tale is strung Olympia sleeps Until the her master returns.

JulieABush Joined Thu 01/26/17 Posts: 3604	Fri 10/25/19 09:07 AM
Nice poem .

MAW Joined Tue 08/06/19 Posts: 37	Fri 10/25/19 11:51 AM
Old Olympia lay silent No fingers caress her now. A shroud of dust covers her like the dead. The ink cling dry to her ribbon like blood. No words are formed No tale is strung Olympia sleeps Until the her master returns. very nice. did you write that?

Ana Joined Sat 10/19/19 Posts: 12	Fri 10/25/19 04:55 PM
Yes...I was near sleep... forgot my ssss ... I miss my old typewriter

Queenie Joined Thu 04/26/18 Posts: 16001	Sun 10/27/19 01:27 PM
Very nice thank you for sharing

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