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...but still whisper true....
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...urged by restless pining, high....
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Dancing words, longing rhyme,
Lilting melodies so sublime
Awaken frozen eyes,
Opening from static disguise.
Visions rise in steaming nomadic ..
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A poem in which I tried to reflect a pleasant visit with a friend. :-)
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I smell a foul intrusion
In the garden.
I can see it--
It's a weed.
I would pull it--
Toss it to the wind,
But my eyes weep sighs
For the..
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Written July 4, 2006, a satirical version of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf.
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I was born on a cold summer night. The stars shone very brightly that night, and the air seemed full of promise. To me, this was how the world was. I ..
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"It fits!" she shrieked. The look on her face could frighten small animals into hiding- though I supposed it was an expression of happiness. The princ..
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I never thought I'd end up this way. My life is like anyone else's. I was born. I travel. I work. Sure, not everyone likes me. I have heard a lot abou..
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I am powerful, yet powerless. There is so much to be said, and there are many writers willing to say it. Herein lies my strength. I can be the bridge ..
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