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It seemed the little fish could hardly swim;I thought his back (if fish had such,)was maybe broke and felt so very sad for him.For upstream I knew the..
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seasons come and go, as does love.
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Left to her own devicemother nature had risen triumphant,the riot of colour, mis-matched,mis-aligned, doubtless a red-flaggedaffront to the long gone ..
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A memory.
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She was only obliquely referenced to,a single line, writ thinly on the flyleafof a treasured book, slipping throughtime and fingers, that so delicatet..
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Half the world is fat,half the world is thinand half the world isstill locked out, stilltrying to get in.And the flicker flame of conscienceis that al..
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A poem for Edward. You are remembered now always
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Friday night andhigh heels tempt,nails red as blood,lip gloss outshinesthe setting sun;a practised look,hair falling,ingenue.Sunday in the park,we wal..
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She never really liked dolls,or play learning to cook;Instead, like some distant childof the gods, she dreamed long hoursaway in the garden, preferrin..
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