m.s.early
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poetry other than yoursA Poem by m.s.earlysome nights there is nothing more than her on my mind |
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quenchA Poem by m.s.earlyin evening beams open windows gape, silent panes waxing moonbeams thru, ivory rays from yonder orb induced, thy silken hairs plunge below.. |
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mariaA Poem by m.s.earlyin airs sweet whisperedbehind clouds delightedcrafted and sustainedin grace yet requitedwhat dandy breath mistyon passel swirls sweepcirrus curls stra.. |
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the book burningA Poem by m.s.earlyThe veins routed the long, cold streamslike waterways that would not thaweven into the furnace of their hankering hearts.none knew the children were b.. |
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OctoberA Poem by m.s.earlyIt was October when your deterrent wind left usimmured in our rue,stoic and capsized,dumbstruck and breathless.We once were unimpeachable towerscastin.. |
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the old cherokeeA Poem by m.s.earlyfor my grandmother, alvia |
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mister moonA Poem by m.s.earlyI ran into him head on tonight; shards of windshield glittered in my eyelids; once conscious fingers softly scanned without deepening the embedded.. |
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let me change the subjectA Poem by m.s.earlylet me change the subjectand we'll forget about the pensive versesand awkward pausesand go back to soft cuddles on the couch |
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sundayA Poem by m.s.earlysunday morningholy land scripturessinging fanny crosby hymnswithout the bookuntil the podium hushesthe congregation bulletin fanningobstinate air resi.. |
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