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A Poem by Dean
Over and over I see them.Life's questions, lacking answers. There!--our genesis,our history, the steering postfor all the world,and I am in the thick ..
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A Poem by Dean
It's always there.And it would speak with eloquenceif I would simply stand aside--out of the way of anythingbesides my clamorous self...that much belo..
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A Poem by Dean
is just reality,the only one we know,at once, forever good and bad.Yesterday, tomorrow don't existand expectation doesn't mean a thing.You cannot find..
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A Poem by Dean
They are the fragments that consume attention; mocking quite effectively the whole, which stands the martyrin exhausting innocence, waitingfor the dra..
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A Poem by Dean
Since my stroke, I deal with a shrunken world.Surprisingly, a shrunken desire to visit,also has emerged; I'd buy a coffinto hold in readiness, but I'l..
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A Poem by Dean
Tomorrow's Brighter Dayis what we wish for, isn't it?It always offers just a bit more timeto set the scene before the curtain rises,before the housel..
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A Poem by Dean
So let us have our laugh;it is enough for just a momentsacrificed to force beliefthat somewhere an intangibledivinely-ordered plan exists, to which we..
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A Poem by Dean
Who are you?today I breathe youinto my nostrilsinto my blood streaminto my bodyinto my beingand I do not understandat allyesterdayno more than a breat..
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A Poem by Dean
Some kind of celebrity I guess, in print,faceless at work,seldom seen at home--He writes the story of his life andevery chapter is the same; he is the..
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A Poem by Dean
My precious little World that streams before me,could you slow a littlefrom your madness...I am one of you,and tender forth my grief, my tearsas insuf..
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