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This is an older one. I actually wrote the date down! May 3, 2008
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Here in this quiet
sanctuary,
nature is still, untouched.
Leaves rustle, and chimes
play the melody God
planned for me to hear.
And the life a..
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Why live in reality? Sometimes an escape is healing...
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Words heal. -8/12/11-
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For Jack Fults. Love of my life. 2/23/08
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Probably not the best poem I've ever written. But, it has a certain quality -- angst, or triumph. I still like it.
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I walk the faces of life alone,
not in spirit or actuality,
simply feeling.
And the faces around me who walk united
fail to realize I have fallen...
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I just wrote this -7/20/11-
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One of my favorites.
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What happens when the summer ends?Flowers wilt.Beaches empty, and the outside quiets.Leaves fall, taking with them the remnants of who we thought we w..
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