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I look back
on the past like a child when the circus is over.
It is time to
go home
yet the magic
remains in the mind and pulls at me crying "jus..
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The sun warms
me
lighting the
beauty all around
It’s golden
glory
Paints
flowers of every shade and hue
Seductive
scents are launched b..
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What
are the odds?
So
said the gods
From
the first living cell
Everything
had to go well
Not
one link in your ancestral chain broken cou..
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Curiosity is
its own reciprocity, so said the cat
And animosity
travels at high velocity, what do you think of that?
Said the
abortionist turned ..
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Our
path
Never
walked before
The
road we take, hath
others
trod afore
Yet
we step on virgin ground
Each
print's passage erased by wa..
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A
selfish shellfish
Nit-picked on
a picnic
With an
armadillo from Amarillo
While the
style of a
smile on a
crocodile
Lasted a
while
A..
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Distorted
memories illuminated by fears, cast shadows over years
Mourning what
was once only pleasant and serene
Doubts and
consternation form th..
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A
society of voyeurs
Pretend
warriors
Living
through another persons life
with
the safety of a proxy
Having
no moxie
To
face the world's st..
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One
in a thousand a genius
Once
in a millennium a passionary
A
Buda, Christ, Mohammad
Shakespeare, daVinci, Tesla
After
the world is never the..
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From
an irrefrangible, harridan
We
take refuge in an ancient wardrobe
In a
Neverland with emerald walls,
A
white rabbit offers innocent hope
C..
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