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a group of colored leavestumble blindlyacross the street.it must be fall is coming.
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this.is.poetry.
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i find it with wonderthat a simplest thingcan remind our heartsof what it was to be a child.
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it is the what if'sin lifethat keep us from takingthe smallest steps.but can you truly knowwhether you will succeedor whether you will notif you never..
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such an infectious laugh she has,
the girl with the silent ears,
making words with her hands
and joy in our hearts.
she can dance without song
an..
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it's not yet time for bed,
but he's tired
and will yawn even if he's not.
he's got a brain for statistics
and radical quips,
and at times will go..
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down in the hollow
behind a sturdy, steadfast home
that was never my own,
lays a briar patch graveyard.
i quietly make my way through,
stepping a..
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when he explains a game
it's like a hundred games...
actually, it's more like a million games.
he's got problems.
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as i began to expand this series ("a friend is a friend indeed"), i realized the the original two were a bit too specific to one evening and so i felt..
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as i began to expand this series ("a friend is a friend indeed"), i realized the the original two were a bit too specific to one evening and so i felt..
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