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Writing isreleasing your abilitiesWriting iscreating and formingyour future selfWriting isgoing through lifenoticing momentsyou want to captureand can..
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Art Breathes insideWaiting to get outBreaks free in dreamsInspires flights of fancyHush, sleep, dreamCreate...Art
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The sun will rise high in the sky everydayHow do I know it is so?The moon will glow bright as the sun fades awayHow do I know it is so?A child will be..
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Isee you in the warm sitting roomThe fire glows illuminatingtreasured photographscarefully placedon the mantelpieceI see youtoes peekingunderneath a t..
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Ode To My Mother
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Would that I couldWould I change what I've done?Would I alter the past,Resculpt the stone that's been cast?Stress, strife, strainDistress, drudge, dra..
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Invigorate my lungs with fresh fall airEmbrace the aroma of a New England morn.Adjust my eyes to dim dawn lightSequester my fingers 'neath warm fleece..
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Running has given me a chance to get out of childhood poverty, get a College education and live in the USA.
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Awaken at dawnto sounds of swirlYouth's memories rush forthfrom far side of the world.Through bedroom windowI'm ecstatic to seeA whimsical scenemidst ..
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A poem I wrote, after witnessing a child abuse victim in a supermarket. I subsequently called social services to report what I had seen, and where.
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