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Sleepless spirits...
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Brown paper bag notes,
Prove love is sweetly present,
In guise of pine and prose.
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Shots in the distance,
They call it ‘culling the herd’,
Will our turn be next?
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I waken, alert,
To the songs of the dark night,
Hunkering shadow-shaped coyotes,
Mimicking, throwing plaintive howls,
Against the stark, crying vi..
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As of 5 p.m. ET Sunday, the National Hurricane Center said Dorian was a Category 5 storm bearing down on the Bahamas.
Forecasts say Dorian may spare ..
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Up and down and all around,
Stories of this lake abound.
Tall tales of youth and friendships strong,
That stood the test of time along,
Dirt roads..
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And so I came to a place,
Wondering what could be seen and understood,
In the eye of a bird,
Happening with unexpected connection
While walking o..
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Let us sojourn, amid sentient, sentinel pines.
Let us sit and pass the time, forgetting all care,
Sharing our true natures, and smiling confidences,..
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Must we lose beloved friends and family,
And bury our only children,
For this?
Must we hunker down, afraid to speak,
And live in fear of bloodshed..
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The Reaper reaps,
What the Sower sows.
Our leaders speak,
Though they do not know.
We cover our children
With our bodies and souls,
Hide them to..
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