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I wish you could rewind a reel, play
back
all the bitter bits; edit for
clarityall the lines misspoken; empty dialoguethat passed for
meaningful c..
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The unsounded, echo
of almost unimaginable distance
in time, can be heard
here, if you listen
open eyes breathe
the wind's whisper
sliding s..
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Here is my simpleminded past,
the moments I can't explain
because they're mine--
impossible not to see
history writ large
in the emerald blue..
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A horny grey squirrel nearly flattens
me pursuing his matingacross Byron...
three morning maids
bustling off the 224
chattering through
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companion piece to Bits Left Unsaid
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A half-gone christmas pudding, some expired breath mints--seems you're living high. So,has anyone been around to dingle your tingle,made bet on the mo..
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"I fibbed, apparently I had one more in me"
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"last of the day, 2nd of reflections on wonders of Canadian Rockies"
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"got my cynics hat on squarely today, beware"
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You don't need to know Modernism, but it helps
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