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Headless chickens,
churning spinach,
muttering schemes.
What's going on?
Awfully bad dreams!
I am seething,
I long for you to laugh,
I beseech ..
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I long for you.
Nothing will calm me, but you.
Truest desire never changes,
but no hope found,
we ran out of time.
05/15/06
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My soul has watched the immeasurable pain
that this body endures.
Watching through the trials of different medicants
and surgeries,
searching for ..
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This piece is non fiction.
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Home, to me, is where echoes remain
of last night's love-making,
yesterday's laughter and some long past tears.
Home, to me, is full of us, in ever..
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As I look out the window,
it's plain to see,
it's gonna' be one cold day!
The wind is blowin' the branches, I see
and no birds in sight,
flyin' f..
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I've been an extremely busy bee,
clearing and cultivating my "land",
planting radishes, squash and flowers,
beautiful to see.
A seashell comfort..
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The cloud floats,
patiently I am still.
Anything can happen.
2006
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Many shades of green,
in striking hues,
flowers blazing forth
in dazzling shades of
golds, reds and blues.
The breeze tickling my face,
sun stay..
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MY GOOD FRIEND, JEFF,
COMES TO MY HOUSE AND SUDDENLY,
YOU WILL FIND THAT HE HAS LEFT.
THAT'S JUST JEFF'S WAY,
A MAN ON THE MOVE,
WITH A LOT GOI..
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