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pointed snout, masked eyes,cocked head peering through branchescurious, cautious.
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whispered aromaof salt and oysters, perfumeof ocean mother.
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So many of you are young and gifted...for god's sake, develop the gifts.
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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?" - Robert Browning
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A fleeting glimpse of who I was,a second sight of youth regainedwas paradise to blinded eyes;a gift of passing time detained.A shaggy bear with angel'..
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Though a married man,I can consume you with words;poeticallytease, caress, enfold, inflamefar better than in person.
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a piece of flotsam, tumbled, poundedon the rocky river bank, shescrambles, slipping off the roundedmossy stones of miseryno purchase gained, no breath..
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A moment of life too perfectto live eternallywith words of liquid nitrogenI will freeze itstone-cold and statue-stilland walk aroundabsorbing every sc..
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Think I may have started the first Buddhist fatwa...
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I reach a caring hand your way;nothing says you have to takeit up.It's all I have today,but grab hold hard, for god's own sake.That path I know; you'v..
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