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Words are easily confused. Translation is often wanting.A simple message defiled.You choose the meaning.Your actions convey them.Don't blame the words..
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First, I will not apologize.Poets are insane, and you keep asking to be my friend.Second, my rambles attract your attention, and even a few comments.T..
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A touch of the grape, maybe some sumatra ground.I will choose my final drink, and it will be one I can share.One which my friends, and family will enj..
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Sometimes there are questions to be asked, even when the door is closed.A knock, waiting for a reply.Shake of the head, before answering.Part of the r..
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Your old stuffed friend would be proud. I know you barely remember.Goes back across the generations. The constant companion.One often neglected, packe..
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An early morning, peaceful spot beside a stream, seeing what I may see.A branch, momentarily caught between the stones, changes the flow of the water...
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I am unsure, did I misunderstand?We shared a quick glance, matching smiles.I try not to stare, but each time, I have to quickly look away.Each time I ..
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Simple, I like it.One sausage patty, side of hash browns, and a bowl of fruit.I'm there six days a week, and I guess he still shows up on the seventh..
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Hands. Let's talk.We can get along.Muscles are cramping, and the shakes will be added soon enough.So, let's talk.I will try to be gentle, you know we ..
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Someone set along the path, hiding in the shadows.Another scare, waiting to be noticed.How could it be real, when everyone is having fun?A bloodied ha..
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