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A tale, six counties wide.Opening in springs long awaited wet warmth.Of much heralded, well prepared timesAnd great gray shadows from winters divide.P..
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Whobidst'me of myfarewellsongand bids me not where I belong.I am the golden light of daythe sunset song, the last hooray.I color your sky with yellows..
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Thrice pointed and daring, so mystical in question.This tomb sobequesteredin revel.Set in the sand, in repose through the ages,Midst wealth, guarded s..
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Well... I want people to sit with me in this forest and see what i saw, and enjoy the sites, smells, and sounds that I have, and enjoy as I have.
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The future ways of the world.
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The ways of the world.
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A poem of being seasick.
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THE TRILOGY OF LIFE Chapter 1: The Pilgrimage What sanctuary o..
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