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Along I think this sometimes:I will travel a while longer with you;I have not yet tired of your impassioned soliloquiesnor your quaint meanderings on ..
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al fresco - open air theatre.
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For my good friend Bill H. Rest In Peace
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Its orange sherbet beams flow silk tapestryin rippling descent across the inky lakeas an indigo tree line drapesan Egyptian Blue sphere in late eve.I,..
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I thought of this while imagining her reciting her poetry to me
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An acornstrained its shell,took its root,and disappeared,then from the earthmanifested a sprig.Fifty years passed,but in the eye of the Infinitethe st..
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the sun was a lazy
sigh
between looming
towers of brick and steel
casting shade on a
semicircle of shrills.
the mark d..
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I.Her name was Alnico,and she rotated madlyclockwise like seasons in time with the earthwhile the face of the moonhusked stars from her shadows,inclin..
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thick blanket ice inches that thaw not,chromed reached branches,empty leaves,streets still,windows edges steamed,barely mercury registering,wind screa..
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