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Worked hard on this one.
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For drifting blue, my Daddy.
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A snippet of a novel in progress.
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A bit of Americana always leaves me inspired.
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For my Aunt Judy.
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And here is a perfect example of my oddity.
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She’s crashing,
Crashing in his arms,
She’s back again,
From a nostalgic lack
of words,
At low tide she weeps,
Quiet,
L..
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Screaming questions on oracle bones,Rattle and chatter,Like teeth in an ignorant head,A future in the cracks,Absorb omnipotent whispers,A paranormal f..
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Ah, Mr. Wilson never ceases to bore me to poetry.
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Boredom=poetry
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