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River
The Canadian River,
(Combined from north and south)
when seen from the hilltop
above my childhood home,
trickles as di..
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NorthboundIt's a nighttimewith red eyesand I'mbegging for intelligent intention,but all things grow from chaos, always does.11:47 P.M. Central Standar..
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From Georgia to ColoradoMy dreams are sheer and hard to keep,When there are whispers in my sleep.I hear your words; they grow and grow,And feel your b..
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The Dread in Cutting Away Your YouthIIn a foreseeable futureI see my grass greener than stone;green as a season in twilight.I see the hawk screechon t..
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I'm Just Getting Warmed UPorMy Neighbor Annoys the S**t Out of METree trimming is creation. Oftentimes, it's black magicconjuring a gate to hell,to w..
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The Air is Roaring SilenceIThe air is a roaring silence.My ears stay open to it.I can reach into the darknesswhere the clouds gather;make the grass, t..
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A Song of Hope
(or of hope for simplicity)
Where there is the light, there is the bite
Of a snow tipped mountain; a pinnacle of white..
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