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A collation of thoughts.

That blessed moment when you are about to get caught up in a rainstorm.*

From the heart.

I lay, My mind strayed. I looked up, On stars, eyes locked. I thought of fame, To keep me contained. I counted the stars, And rolled on the damp gr..

The first time I laid mine eyes on thee I was dazed like someone watching Bruce Lee In a movie jumping from a hilltop to a tree That I forgot that ..

...the frustration of being out of touch.

O'er hills and mountains we go, On plains and ruggeds our path lies, To see animals in their world as they flow, To see the part played by mice on ..