tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352616402011-12-14T19:00:10.041-08:00Peter S. Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35261640.post-1159571632089609702006-09-29T16:13:00.000-07:002006-09-29T16:45:07.026-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5610/640/1600/pp2-m16.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5610/640/400/pp2-m16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />dust sat on<br />the trails<br /><br />his eyes gazed<br />into the lines<br /><br />that rose graciously<br />from the tall cliffs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35261640-115957163208960970?l=picture-poems-2.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Peter S. Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314noreply@blogger.com0