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I wish to ride the back of winged things
as only one can do in dreams
And skim the top of lakes and streams.
I long to dance with butterflies
in..
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Click, clack, whir, whir, whir...
vibrating, deafening,
a roaring black monster
tearing past.
Faster, and faster still,
eyes crossed,
attempting..
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Not the reindeer...
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about a picture on the wall
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Short, but hot
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a really bad time in my life
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A meeting of minds...
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Her petals unfurl,
revealing nectar sweet
and aroma divine.
Swift winged hummingbird
gently licking, sipping, supping.
Vivid flower bright,
reve..
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I will meet you in October
under the golden umbrella tree.
I will wait there patiently
under thesodden falling sky
until night falls
to mingle w..
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Feather soft
against my cheek
warm and gentled
your kisses reach
and fingertips
trail down my spine
carressing, most intimately
barely there
l..
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