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Edgar McEnnis Edgar McEnnis was eighty two and lived alone, a small house on a regular city street, and he was fine until his lights went out, d..

Heavy Snow The pine arms hang in heavy sleeves of snow, their bases seem to open into tents It is late evening , the whole world is blue and I h..

This Time of Year This time of year in Heaven a celestial party grows, a mad rush for presents comes in from all around the globe, I'm speaking o..

Bad Dreams Tonight I am a broken stick and you stumble across my path in restlessness Each hour you have awakened me to ask if I was sleeping a..

The Tra La Girl Oh, tra la la la la la la I wish to be a shiny star! A perfect plum to form my lips A juicy peach to form a cheek and all the d..

Resurrection Routes Sometimes, I am a lamb, and wolves direct me to the nearest exit, but I am clueless with maps and explanations, so I live ano..

Accompanied by the Loser of the World Quartet Bob said he missed the chance of a lifetime because Margaret never let up. She had him busted..

Sleepwalker I dream of an alchemist and create a formula that is dark and bold, a magical molasses, that is a remedy for my own vices. I wake up..

Cherry Tree Love Song The cherry fell a distance from the tree. The cherry died, so then, why not the seed? But from the death of flesh, a ..

If The Child That Lives In You The child that lives in you returns, demanding red, shiny things, you have been tagged. You are it, so thro..