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A Hungry Poet
She stopped inside the coffee shop,
bringing her own silverware.
Sitting down and spreading out,
the utensils that would sate her ..
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The Poet
Bleeding true poetic words
United by our pain
Daring versifiers spill ink upon the page
Drilling ever deeper
Authors search inside ..
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Spring, Spring
Spring spring,
such a wonderful thing
the rebirth of flowers, natures bling-blings.
The sun shinning brightly on my window glass..
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Lunch With Sam I Am
I got a call from Sam I Am,
he invited me to some eggs & ham,
this time the eggs would be a blue,
cause blue is the colo..
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Childhood
Childhood...
silky, soft, vulnerable innocence.
Changing, shuffling, re-writing years.
Performances, delicious and disturbing.
Pla..
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To This Day
Fires will combust tonight
flames will drub and scream
you may think it is a nightmare
but it's not even a dream
The sickness of ..
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Through A Perfect Picture
It calls you in the dark of night
through a slight of eye
bequiles you with a beauty bright
you'd never quess it's all..
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A Poem
A poem:
a vessel for words to set in
words that are pretty, or words ugly as sin
words full of wonder, words laden with woe
words that..
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