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Why
do these pink-red apples
bunch
together in the bottom
of
this wicker basket? Are they
cold?
Is that why they huddl..
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Thank you to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions.
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Thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions.
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***
Belief
is a hideous word.
How
can that be true? Acceptance
seems key, the tick, tick, tick
of
our brain-cell clocks thr..
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***
Two opposing clans of orangutans screaming, riotous,
facing off in battle, fighting for territory, fightng for food,
for
the..
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***
Am
I now nothing more than a mulethat's been tetheredto a plough? Are myfeet nothing more than hoovesdragging a bladethrough soil?..
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Surely
you are wrong. I know it.
I
feel it in my bones, these bones
that
ache with loss of youthfulness,
while
..
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***
The
Speriwinkles come a dancing
each
with a Sperismile
corner
jugger is blowing tunes
heard
for a quarter mile..
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***
I
always wanted to be considered
a
fine poet, not a prince, not
a
president but a former of words
into
lines and sta..
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***Trying to make senseof nonsensicalplucked at randomfrom my cerebelluma searchfor new wordsfor birds, diasporaof thoughts aboutself-immolation, flas..
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