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You would not treat so lightly a helpless little stray,a fledgling, small and fragile, got lost upon its way,you would not think to shut the door and ..
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Sticky little hands and lips,unadorned with that to come,delighting in each moment spent though they be only lightly lent.Sticky little hands and lips..
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The meter,' said Peter, 'is paramountwhen perfecting and primping a poem,it should go with a flow, like - so la ti dowith rhapsodic refrains in a row...
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By nature, I am an assiduous collector of books and trivia;sometimes I sift, sort the wheat from the chaff,but mostly, I just store, not so much as to..
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A thousand miles away;perhaps in contemplationof the sonyou left behind, you are playing your guitar.Even above the gusted Novemberwind that chills to..
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"It's a bargain," she sighs,"I must have it, so sequinned,so shiny and brightbut for now, just for now,though I'm loath to admit,'tis a tad, just a ti..
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When I was a child, I thought,thought not so deeply as tocause a sleepless nightand never deep enough toset the world from wrong to right.Enough it wa..
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We are of time, uncounted.Formed by fragments of the wholeas we search for enlightenmentbetween each swiftly turning page. We are thin boned, moths ..
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11pm, way past normalbedtime and my thoughtshang like clouds in a grey,unsettled sky;they are at once visible,yet amorphous, like thewispy tendrils of..
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She grows weary now; there is a certainthickening around the middle and herancient limbs tremble with the weight ofrecalcitrant children still chasing..
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