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Oh, how memories Can act like patient vultures Waiting for love's death.

Once upon some footprints in the sand

Some shoulders are priceless

Can we cuddle tonight? My love at first sight My strong sails are torn And my presence is worn My once sane mind is flawed By anxieties painf..

There is no such thing as writer's block, she said, Its just the fickle demons in your head. You cannot always have bountiful rain, Such flood..

Those moments of inexpressible exuberance Are best left, stranded below the low-water mark Until the right moment When the buoyancy of life's t..

"My coffee ran out so this was a caffeine-withdrawal inspired day-dream"

Whistle. Whistle. Pop. Come pour me into your cup - Lonesome farmhouse mug.

Spit it out. Yes. Now. No more dilly-dallying - Speak now or never.

Nothing like a birthday sonnet to generate some extra kisses....:)