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I yield to the sign at the crossway.
Stopping firmly to collect my thoughts.
Do I repeat the road from yesterday?
The one where the morrow is..
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The day is spent
The sun has set
And tomorrow is on hold.
So, slow your pace
Life is not a race
And with morning light
We ..
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With the tilt of her gaze.
Her glee sparked my eye,
And the motion formed a seed,
That I planted in my mind.
Instead of soil and water
..
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the wearing of the green
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Winter's tendrils,
are now
the jewels of Spring.
As Summer smiles
so coolly.
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Once upon a romance your
heart called out to me,
and once upon a sunset
your love came to me.
Now the sun is rising,
and the truth ..
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For, far to long we have run with a sliver of a message,
And not the whole banner.
So,
Cherish life.
Love one another
Defend those in n..
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The voice of ‘they’ were stolen,
by the politics of the times.
‘A choice,’ says she.
So, an infant will not be.
An..
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With each step, the sounds from the village had fallen away. Horse and buggy clanging along cobbled pavers grew silent. The shrill voices of children ..
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addiction
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