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A Poem by Dean
I hand you an apple, and you are offon a delightful spin of possibilities.The first thought is identification,the next, perhaps, one of degree.Do you ..
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A Poem by Dean
deep in the forest, a shot rang outat leastI thought it didorsomeone wanted me togo toline one ~
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A Poem by Dean
There we all were, around the table whilemy oldest son offered up his prayeronce more to the God he creates,as I have done those years ago,when all of..
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A Poem by Dean
What kind of heaven do you shadowthere beyond your gathering cloud of mist and haze?Just how do you define a paradise of yesterday(and dare I toy with..
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A Poem by Dean
It's always intangibles that draw me, sleepilyinto another trackless landscape reaching from my mind, out to a dry horizonthat obscures each fleeing f..
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A Poem by Dean
There is just cause to be afraid;the time one takes to reconcileincoming stimuli with all thechurning care within,the nagging drive that will not die-..
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A Poem by Dean
It comes down to this.That which we fight againstis lightly dancing just before our eyes.Though it may fade at intermittent times,the orbits of its jo..
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A Poem by Dean
How firmly they stand,the spires of historythat no one can destroy.What a curious melangeof hate and loveand yesterday's antipathy.Indifferent they ar..
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A Poem by Dean
in each caress imagined as I sensean exhalation of your breath a thousand miles away;a passion riding on a single breezethat reaches me, enabled by a ..
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A Poem by Dean
I remember when I wrapped it carefully--put it away, and those who led me into lifecould rest until I call them forth intoa resurrected day.Now the pa..
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