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I
climbed a thousand steps to touch the sky
but
failed and all you did was smile. I tried.
I
brought you roses m..
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Lamb
stands the day it is born.
It’s a sad
story, inherited hate.
The
teachers, the preachers, those
r..
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I
was about forty-five when
I
went searching for God.
He
wasn't where he belonged
but
held hostage in a church
lashed
..
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Like
a
crumpled
McDonald’s
hamburger
wrapper
held
fast
by
cold-handed winds
against
the
intersection..
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***
The
conifers
shagged
with ice
with
sagging
white-burdened
limbs,
shiver
in anticipation
upon
the sounds
..
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***
I
hope this full-length mirror
isn't
reflecting my entire life.
I'd
like a few more years to
get
my estate in order,
..
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***
These
stones perfectly arranged
around
the base of the big oak
tree
in her front yard
are
no longer perfectly ar..
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That
isn't your dad
in
the casket,
and
it sure isn't
my
brother.
Was
that the point of
the
undertaker, try
to
make ..
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***
In this era of modern transportation, there’s something odd aboutseeing someone walkingalong
the road,
an
uncertainty ..
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I've
never risked the trip to Winnemucca,
it's
a big state and barren
and
you can die out there easily enough,
all
it take..
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