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The Stones
I roam the streets kicking an ugly, rough pebble
I hear a soft tap
The pebble has hit a sparkling rock that I kick
instead
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A poem of choices.
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The Lone Swan
The lone swan sits in the lake alone,
But why doesn’t he leave?
Does he sit and await the flock that
abandoned him,
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What Purpose What purpose, does love serve in this world. Is it simply for enjoyment and entertainment, or is for sorrow and grief. Love is lik..
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Precious to us
Precious to us the world can be.
It gives us a place to live,
where we can live peacefully or
harmfully, it is our choi..
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Why
Why is it that the wind blows?
That the sun shines on each new day?
People wonder, but may never find
out.
Maybe,
just maybe,
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