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have your tractor days gone? perhaps, my love, they have just begun.

on the final days of poetry the words will come undone, their letters dropped upon the ground firstone by one by one. then soon the streets will c..

countless and pure, it settles lightly from the morning mist and lays upon your heart.

is what it's called, did you know? i most certainly did not. for had i known, i would have known, and that is most simply a fact.

for were we to meet as sleep reaches to my eyes, i would take her hand and whisper quietly to her heart. we would have all that we wanted.

i bottled up what i could find, but my heart is on my sleeve. where have you gone, dear friend, and when did you go?

each cherished. each learned. each one a part of me and who i have become.

i have failed. i have felt saddness so deep that i knew nothing else. i have seen my dreams grow and then watchedthem fade away beyond my control..

in the time it takes you to read this poem, you will have read twentywords (not counting the title).

as we sat on thepark bench amid a warm summer's day, mr. ackenheil paused and looked up to the sky. "it's pleasant today, but just you wait unti..