Drifting Blue
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RealA Poem by Drifting BlueReal She takes her summer baton And conducts a field of flowers- Black-eyed Susan, Queen Anne’s Lace- The wind whips up the seeds and m.. |
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Out The WindowA Poem by Drifting BlueA poem by my 13 year old daughter Lauren. Dad's very proud. |
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Land of the FreeA Poem by Drifting BlueAngry Song |
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TabernacleA Poem by Drifting BlueHe squelched into his carpeted hallway Backlit by dim bulbs at the top of the stair Sacrifice, my sacrifice… Into the living room with .. |
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YoYoA Poem by Drifting BluePolarity |
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FaerieA Poem by Drifting BlueAt last, the iceberg moves |
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Whose AngelA Poem by Drifting BlueHow comfortable are we in the presence of transcendance? |
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Animal ObservationsA Poem by Drifting BlueJust doodling |
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Monday 6 AMA Poem by Drifting BlueWatching the sunrise on the Edge of existence. Occam's razor is Pluralitas non est ponenda sine neccesitate "Plurality should not be posited wit.. |
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WolfA Story by Drifting BlueA love for cookin and killin. Can't go wrong with that. |
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