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I was a product of my time although I always thought that I would rhyme I gue..

Life is like a pencil with which we write our lives. We cascade across rivers of tim..

The sun hovers on an orange horizon as it views it's creation at days end. It surrounds our part of ..

Sitting at night under a light admiring the moon thro..

The art of simplicity is: Saying hello Learning tolerance Learning t..

I feel my thoughts are running up hill; climbing, groping, praying for the precipice. I sen..

So many times I've walked down streets with hurrying leaves flying about my heels. So many times I've wished I could tell you abo..

Skipping stones across a quiet stream the sun shines on her smile. Capturing my love like snowflake in M..

Like a slow burning candle is our love. For so long it has been burning bright. But, as all ..

If I were out side the hold of earths' gravity and hurled my heart towards the c..