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A shining of blue, abelief yet true. The looking glass stands, undisturbed by its time. Its blanket of dust separated,the shine of nights day comes. C..
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One day sat a man. He was very sad
indeed, and preferred to be alone. He would often go to the park to read his
book and think about life, no bothe..
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A stapling pain went through his side,only was it his wide.The cawing of nearby birds,the raven of its own word.Blood dripping from his wound,a heart ..
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With the flick of a brush,
the lick of light comes out from dusk.
The colors of bright and day flood,
with the lapping of a oceans spray.
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A steaming cup, oh how nice! An introduction of beans,
the sugars of every boys’ dream.
Now we have some milk and cream,
a stirring of m..
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It is not very often I think of the
old house. But when I do I have a story to tell.A rainy night, the pattering of a
drip from the faucets of heave..
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-----Sunrise comes, an orange of red,a yellow of pink,and does it slope.Sand particles divide as she paces,walking along the dust of spaces.A breezing..
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Quickly came the lion, through the leaves, carving throughheavy wood. By now, you'd have thought he would be good, but oh the lion was not. Everyday, ..
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The old man, leathery hands grasped Gregory’s shoulders as
if welcoming a grand hug. Gregory was unsure of the old man, the closeness, the
in..
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As love came,so did the feather from once play.As soft as cloud, the angels sing,a note as quiet, as soft as the prickling of leaves against ground in..
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