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This morning's marcasiteshimmers its misted welcomeunwraps sweet songs, soundsvibrating the beak of asking robinbalanced somehowat the edge ofsmall fo..
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a history repeated..
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Oft told, too many words mislead when saying, ' Remember the good old days', we were close friends, buddies, pals, hangers-on! TUESDAY, I saw you - as..
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Owl taken with his wit and woowings densedown but wise and true,drifted with a young fair knightped'lling fast his boyhood bike..Onwards on the two ex..
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without an ending.. to bin or not
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trying to show a friend that i can write ornery silly stuff
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You could win a worm's swift flight from earth,you know!Turn tides to stone turn moon to bleed dun-pale at dawn,til harvest sets its Spring late seedg..
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fingernail pink painted skyshivering cold..
nearby mid-afternoon sun lieshadows of mist of analmost not quite pinched glow,uncut crystals on flaking ..
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I saw a memory made today!A giant Holm oak shone its all..framed in dawn's hazy light -icing-sugar reverenceupon its evergreen leaves..whilst, strewn ..
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a re-post
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