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Rustic, chestnut soundReverberates in the room,As the copper globe spinsDust, a cloak,Guises the elm cabinet,Like a thin blanket of old-A tired coat o..
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Salvia Divinorum, if you haven't already put the pieces together.
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A reoccurring dream I have, about a colourful, yet fair carnival, on an ever stretching beach.
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This is about a place I used to visit growing up, Lake Simcoe, and the ferry 'Serendipity' that sailed it daily. It's really just a recollection of me..
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Something I wrote when visiting the shores of my humble home for the last time. Might mean different things to different people.
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