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The MeadowA Poem by GeorgeThe Meadow:. There's a meadow in my mind Through which you wander As do I. With the meadow you'd whisper The willows; the whi.. |
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Egyptian CottonA Poem by GeorgeIt just came. There was/is no thought. |
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MotherlessA Poem by GeorgeMotherless:aMawkish whimpers wane,Vestige of love remain,For he cannot abstain,From the love which he must mourn.aLonesome malady inflicted,The scars .. |
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DunesA Poem by GeorgeFirst thing I ever wrote. Plants begin to emerge in a desert. The desert dies as the plants flourish. [Written - 16.06.2024} |
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