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I count each passing hour,
always dream of what could be
If I was master of my time,
of what’s been granted me.
If rather than the worl..
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My annual Christmas poem. A bit of good cheer and silliness :D
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I know not where I’m going now,
and hardly how I came.
I cannot tell what lies ahead,
I don’t know where to aim.
My greatest drea..
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Bright and crisp, October breezes
Sweep gently through the mottled trees
And linger, among heavy branches,
To dance with brightly-painted lea..
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I wander, as through empty halls. And lonely roads, that no one knows...
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As the summer passes by,
The leaves among their branches sigh
And tumble from their lofty perch
From high atop the tallest birch.
The wi..
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"I'm drowning, here, where land is dry..."
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A short, silly poem with a bit of a twist.
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"Bit by bit, sand trickles down..."
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A plot twist in 100 words.
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