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“Pardon me ma’am, but your slip is showing.”
“Yes,” she said with eyes not bright.
“But not my soul.&rdquo..
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Bill (William Michael Reeves) and I wrote a volley of thoughts to create this poem. I hope you enjoy it.
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I had a full day,
-today-
the smell of
baking bread,
allowed my smile
to raise.
If that wasn't enough
on the ridge stood your stone.
Fr..
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the sun shines brightly
as the moon stalls in the sky
betwixt them apath
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Lift up holy hands, to open that ancient gate,
and enter in the courtroom of glory and praise.
Who is the King of Glory? Mighty is he.
Jesus is t..
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Day broke in a flash of flamesas a red hot horizon set the sky ablaze.Decembers clouds were dense and thick,like a wall of ice that let nothing in.The..
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Okay, it's time.
Turnoff your devices,
grab your spatula,
then let the cooking
commence.
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The placid surface smooth and grey,
reflects the soul come end of day.
Muted light that did not break
slowly fades for time is late.
The blazi..
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By lamp of night,
the screech cry out.
The challenge of the charger,
was met by the owl.
Who's swift wings,
skirted the end,
that comes for us a..
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Cinquain 5 lines
2-4-6-8-2
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