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Flying with power and grace upon natures breath,Drawing circles upon the clear bright day,A scream of hunters passion as he swoops,The unwary caught i..
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The thankful smiles no longer brighten the dimness,The dank corridors of this success are empty,Memories of meaningless triumphs,Thoughts of yearning ..
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Sitting upon this raft, crafted by self,Wind through hair, like the rapids we ride,This river flows on,Standing upon shore, memories wave at our passi..
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This world turned to selfish muck,People wandering with blinders on,Kindred spirits never to be known,Cherished memories never to happen,The young of ..
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While lost in today's shimmering dream,One finds pause to hear the echo of the past,When the neighbors were friends,And violence was limited to the ne..
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Hope is rusting away to a fragile skeleton of itself,The daily churn of life has deceived us,Time rushing by with blinding speed,Can you feel it drain..
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Rushing with them through the years,Living through the smiles and tears,Watching them enjoy the fun of it all,Sharing problems both big and small,The ..
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Dedicated to my father who passed on to his next journey January 3, 2007
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I watch as the flames hungrily consume the wood,Old paint curling into ash and floating upon the breeze,My past before me tumbles into itself, no long..
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Mist enshrouds my journeyed road,Obscuring all but the best and the worst,The Yin and Yang of my life's travels,My epitaph one day to be engraved,Rest..
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