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I know, I know ... but I wasn't drunk and it was really him!
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A friend's poem triggered this tiny poem.
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Some words have been chipping away at me for several years.
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Choose your words carefully. Words cut!
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How is it that landslides occur?Massive boulders, in place for years,Break loose and cascade down the hillsideCrushing all in their collective paths.R..
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It never occurred to me to ask"Who brightens the sun's day?"Not, at least, until I met you.How can you need to be warmed?You, who casts your golden gl..
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Unshaken faith.
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Some moments stay with you.
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Lying quietly there, it waits,almost innocently.Often, you take it with you.No clue of how it will detonatethat explosion of change.One day, it will r..
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In sleep, there are no
Gnawing carnal desires.In sleep, there are no
Stabbing heartaches.In sleep, there is no Relentless hunger.In sleep, there a..
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