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Guitar song strings laughing, striking, crying sighing magical many things Music! Flatline dead ground halting , stopping..

this is for random acts of killing, not for food..i am well aware that wild meat is healthier, but hate killing as sport.

Kicking I could kick the world from my swing, but I am too polite, so I drag my feet, across the world as it turns. I feel the tops of l..

Bird In The Fire I was placed by the fire pit. My father said I must learn to tend things. He said this as he chopped at the rough stones. ..

Apple tree They closed the window so that I would not climb into the apple tree at night. In the moonlight, the tree was the only thing visible ..

I did not travel far but the places I went held a receding path and I could hear the singing of eagles, which is a gruff song, with some bloo..

That Crazy Blue Moon The cratered blue moon pretended to be the sun. The stars were not stunned. So many years the moon had lied. Turning harves..

We Who Are Standing We who are standing feel the water drift through, and above our ankles in the cleansing lavatory of the sea. There is an asso..

Song Flowers I gave you a song flower but you said, You could not hear the singing and I said ,really, it is just a white puppy with sweet bre..

A Street Angel She loved cement and city streets and pavement, ebony and blue and warm with footprints she liked to see all those people in a flo..