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I wrote this in the mind's eyewhilst driving in my car,so small beneath the paling sunthat seemed so very far;and as the wheels kept spinningfrom begi..
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I am lost to the rhythm of the tides,beached trinkets from shipwrecks;the accidental discovery that our world had no sharp edges.I am bound by moonlig..
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From a long ago memory
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Old men are asleep in chairs,dreaming of tragedy,mankind's small epitomeand the moon blood red,like the Bible said;as Lemming like, we turn our eyes t..
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Silence - Oh! That blessed state,where nervous rank and file await -in blinkered head down concentrationand soon to come deliberation,where not the sl..
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The glance, when understood, is morethan all the words that have been said;Than all the paths upon this earththat we so briefly tread...And here was t..
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Darkness slips,
subservient to the dawn chorus.Cobwebs glisten
celebrating first light,
the freshness of dew. In the trees, birds stir,
usheri..
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I passed by a strange vexation the other day,a place with more than a dozen crossroadsand couldn't decide which way to go,then I spotted a sign that s..
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A child, four years old,came up to me and told me she was a fairie.I smiled, but was unable to outshineher gap toothed little grin;or the makeshift ma..
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My father was telling me about sixpences;(not for the first time,)and my mother was laughing,as she does."He still thinks you ought to beable to get i..
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