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Even here,
Pulling comforters close,
We are like sheltering bears,
Warming against each other,
In the comfort of each other,
Against th..
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Along my way, the butterflies whispered to meAbout the nature of their lives. They said,Everything changes in its own time,As predestined, pre-ordaine..
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To those who gather family near,
Or are alone from year to year,
To those who give and who receive,
To those who may or not believe,
I send these ..
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She birthed Him, then bowed,
Watching Him go to his death.
With love, they saved us.
This woman, who bled,
At the first, and at the last,
She, ..
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A story worth telling..
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Tis The Season
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Loping, lunging lupine paws,
Shake the ground outside my door.
I hear the growl of foul wind, rumbling,
Howling in apocalyptic tones.
From ancient..
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Quoth the Raven…Boo!
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Last word of each line connects to first of next line
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Chilled breezes, like icysatin, awaken me from the vagaries,Thatmuddleone’s thoughts as sleep approaches.Pungent aroma of smoky air drifting acr..
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