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I am outside the circle of sex. Just as well. Population control,the biome's survival instinct. Or I'm old. Lookin mirror, skin over bones. Young girl..
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Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone..
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While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out becau..
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Yr cancer is inevitable as love.You didn't last forever. The painwasn't the main problem, unconsciousnesswas. Dad cannot see or hear,the walls of the ..
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The perfect year,two equal halves.One with leavesone without.Forest thinning out.Bring indoorsswing sets, pools, smiles, thoughts.Having enough and no..
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Peter has gotten a new jobas a bookstore clerk from one to tendown by the riverin a sunny little house.I've come to visit and I'm thumbing througha bo..
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An old man remembers what he has beenyet the details are unimportant. Thenthe outline disappears, and the meaning.Good, I can die or go to work, be wi..
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Pokeweed waitsunderground, snow crustssmall greenish white flowers, leaves entireand alternate, black berriespoisonous, ripe late.Waits patiently past..
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Have I ever been profoundly lost? Yes. Railroad tracks and a river wide as the Amazon, yet lost. Living in the intense sunshine of northern New ..
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All conflicts are resolved via coercion, implied or applied,of the dominant party over the denied (Niebuhr).Not news at the 2nd St. jail. But the Cons..
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