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The BucketA Poem by BradThe weed bucket sat in the hot, humid soil Awaiting the gardeness’s return Eager, his duty to perform At last, here she comes! Laden.. |
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Maybe The RainA Poem by BradHe’s building a house out of paper mache On a hill in a land where it rains every day Whatever is finished dissolves in the mist He kno.. |
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The DragonA Poem by BradThe knight slumped against the moist wall of the cavern and opened his visor. His ears were still ringing from the deafening crash of the entrance c.. |
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Night DriveA Poem by BradSounds of wind and road coalesce into a formless music Trees loom on either side, a darker black-on-black against the night sky The world is .. |
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DaysA Poem by BradThrow your days into the air See them spiraling down like maple seeds Tell one from another, if you can Do they all weigh the same? Gr.. |
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The High PlacesA Poem by BradRemember, ye who tread the high places Rejoicing in their splendor and majesty Breathing the air that bathes the stars That mountains are b.. |
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Forest MagicA Poem by BradThe dirt and graveled path, ribbed with reaching roots Winds away out of sight A shaft of sunlight eludes the canopy’s leaves .. |
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The Music ManA Poem by BradHe stands on a sticky stage in a dingy club Alone with his guitar and his dreams His voice and soul poured out in every line The cheap sound .. |
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Harold And MaudeA Story by BradA trip to the doctor goes horribly wrong |
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