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Non-believers laugh at faith:
How can what is unseen
And unproved be real?
They place their trust
In what the eye beholds,
The ear can hear,
W..
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I will not remember you
fragile, hollow-boned,
weary beneath the tonnage
of so many fallen years.
Instead, the clarity of
your dark-brown eye..
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It’s the boy I was
Riding a swing
Silhouetted
Against a pale moon
It’s the boy I was
Counting dreams
As I arc up and down
acro..
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I studied drama in my undergraduate years, later wrote a few plays for educational theater, and even acted before live audiences, the last of which ..
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Marissa was much too old for an umbilical attachment, albeit to her cell phone, but she refused to cut the cord and learn that silence is often a vi..
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Marilyn Monroe was spotted,
that pretty bombshell lover,
standing on a New York street
above a Times Square manhole cover.
She was holding d..
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When the frost is on the pumpkin
and the children costumed go,
and those ghosts who, out there jumping,
scare us more than we can know,
may yo..
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The sun’s gone down
but Dracula
cannot come out
to play
this Halloween.
Transylvania
sleeps soundly
tonight
while the uptight count
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The yellow moon envies
the orange pumpkin
in a field of vines.
He floats in a dark sky
streaked with
witches on brooms.
The moon would li..
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lost in your eyes, I swim circles
round the sparkling ocean-blue
where I dream of loving you
and how your kiss will rescue me.
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