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One whiff of the perfume
my Mother always wore
triggers a cascade of scent memories;
homemade vegetable soup,
rich with garden bounty,
citrus bl..
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Always ambiguous,
he lives between the lines,
in his world without absolutes.
Embracing contraditions,
he lives in shades of grey;
an ever changi..
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He is
always a step
out of time,
planning yesterday
halfway past tomorrow.
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She is half a wife,
lives half a life
someone to pity,
impossible to like.
She's a shadow
of a heart break;
a love with no future,
a life wit..
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He is a ghost
who haunts my memories;
I do not know
if is alive or dead,
and, sadly,
I do care.
I loved him,
still do,
---but not enough
t..
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Dirt smudged little boys,
their faces tracked with tears,
speak of their dead friend.
"We passed the football back and forth,
he was very quiet,
..
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When I smiled,
and said hello;
she looked at me
with an apology
in her eyes.
A small, grey woman,
skittering about
like a frightened kitten,
..
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What do youtell the genius child?
Wise in mind
sad of heart;
Aching to belong,
always outside.
(Hold me, hold me,hold me,
say the eyes of the ge..
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The government of China
is unhappy today.
Despite their attempt
to block his nomination;
today,
the Nobel Prize Committee
awarded the Peace Priz..
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for Sandi, may she forgive herself one day
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