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found a penny on the floortodaydon’t know how it got there1947 with the olive branchesopposite lincoln’s bustupside down on the other side..
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. . . it’s quiet,early sunlightcatches the gazeof my eyerays of lightgentlyfilter through the down of a canadian gooseling,it’s fluff,soft..
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woke up this morning,
wanted to cash in
on some time,
but it was spent
even before i had time
to plot its worth
so,
i contrived a strategy
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an arroyo driedwith sand and natural gravel barsveins of it up and downmeandering making to taking my eyes onto its subtle pathfrom it to the trees th..
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oh, lay me down, on a bed of soft, . . . velvet moss,that’s warmed by shadows,of some summer’s sun’neath the limbs of strongand gnar..
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though boredom haunts melike a dark cloakthough my senses lead meto doubt,to weaknessand my heart is troubled,with waves of despairas my body witherst..
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i desperate,at the endof a longing to endthe ragged line the crush of weightthe dim of lightthe heavy blowthe venom in my veinsthe enemy of my souli w..
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the noise of the words,of what’s goin’ on in the world,in my countryacross the air waves made me weak,and dizzyand forlornand down in spir..
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it came on mewhere i rest in introspect,i see the evidence of truth surrounding me incalculablyever so unfathomablythe imprint is subtleand stark,ultr..
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Something. A feeling woke her up. Standing there was an intense darkness in the shape of a human without third dimensional delineations...
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