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Upon this farmland where I dwell has a helper who can not be quelled- he comes each and every day to mow the grass and plod the hay- although in..

The windmill cranks out a rusty tune this dreary, overcast afternoon- Yet the robins and bluebirds sing too to the beckoning of Spring- Lazy..

Dreamlands sway has come to play a little with my mind asyou it seems I find there lurking suavely so crying for in utero yet it is not your m..

Throbbing pulsating grind left behind to deal with the day's toil once more unfurled upon me- Throbbing pulsating grind at the end of the..

The passion has come like the June sun in brilliant flashes cacophanous clashes between you and I in bombastic romps around the room you are co..

Throbbing temples veins extended raw eardrums the band plays on beyond any comprehension that we can grasp our wills have come undone not a wo..

The light upon yonder house doth shine tonight I wonder in this evening light what may you find in the morning rays What are the goings onin my ..

Plaid skirts short skirts knee highs the girls so kindly wear bringing joy to heart and mind thinking only of the joy the boys might find with..

Dandelion delight daffodils take flight replaced by the majestic iris purple passioned in the landscape redbuds sing out a tune of a delicious af..

The eerie winks haughty denials quips and snips forget them all and run away. Start again begin anew piece back together at its best this a..