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playing with an idea . . . we'll see

maybe you should consider me the poem whose hesitant Creator rubbed out lines and words until all you can really see is shadow and smudge I wo..

and I still have so many things to learn

I should have known when that old hawk started hanging around watching that you were somewhere green eyes intent I wish he had whispered his..

scribbled thoughts before bed

it was a slender thread that connected you to me not much of a lifeline no matter how you look at it a wish stacked on a dream stacked on a ho..

The wild conjurer flails enigmatic words -coy- through the pale moonlight. Magnanimous in his gleaming bounty dances to the rhythms of a breeze. V..

it seems wrong to share this, but I've seen so many fumbling with that going through the motions things through the years

still nervous, no excuses