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Dare to dream, and dream to dare... Never give up!
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Powerful, deep, and lots of punch in a small piece...
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Buoyant, floating over the sapphire, its deep blue pulling...
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This poem was the opening speech, I delivered at the FIGHT AGAINST VIOLENCE, Ballroom Dance... December 2o11. Angels must be free to fly, to do their ..
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Cushioned roses overlooking the horizon, as it plays with destiny...
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High-and-dry within a blood red sea... my existence obstinate by someone, other than I... left to cognition...
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This atmosphere I breath... a somberness.... of sorrow.
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When all else fails... seeith the rise and fall of beautiful eyes, and a tongue-less mountain...
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...bring the wishes, and whispers to the cresting sea, and watch as they somersault through amber tinted skies...
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Being brought up in a mixed family, is hardest on the child. For they search all their lives for a ''place'', trying to fit in, and people can be so ..
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