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You step outside and the morning air bites, butonly in the shade. You find a piece of sun and step into it ... and the warm crawls slowly over you.Jus..
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I am love's vagabond, eternally walking those tracks. Like the rails, love and I are forever equidistant. But as I look into the future, I am duped, s..
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Found a cache of old words ... from a time long ago when I thought in rhymes ... some I don't completely hate.
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You torment me, or more correctly, relentless thoughts of you torment me. Inappropriate thoughts in the most awkward of places. People passing me have..
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The mind is practical. "You've seen many years,"it counsels again and again.Over and over, it recalls the sting of disappointment felteven by your lon..
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Just a thought that occurred to me this morning as I sipped my coffee
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The title of this poem fell into my head and seemed like it ought be in a poem. It ended up spurring two poems. This is the first.
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Just another sappy love poem.
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Doppler could never have reckoned happiness, asit is most quiet when it is right on top of us and wealways think we hear it's siren call in the distan..
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You pace. There is that ache that feels likesomeone is pressing a fist against the inside of your chest, trying to push it through Next, you sit. You..
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