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 And reality may arrive as a steel rose: perfect but cold and calculating and fingers shall shun the sterile touch and hopeful eyes shal... [read more] |
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lies do have wings which fly them home as soon as they are released these dark birds of deception shall nest in the Tree of ... [read more] |
 I *1 Four Flowers...: The Sun arose in Morning Glory, with His Goldenrod wanding Violet to Rose *2 The bees' favorite couplet.. sunup brimmi... [read more] |
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For some the laurel leaves of glory .. For others beheaded blooms of romance .. as for me an olive branch which when attached to mother tre... [read more] |
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ROBIN HOOD As nesting robins sleep with their heads neath their winged hoods .. ending forever the robbin of the hood is the Aquarian Robin... [read more] |
 You slipped between the words Falling short to reach your lips Breath deep Answers travel short distances They travel a wings flight To hov... [read more] |
 I glaze into your eyes and I see your smile hiden from your face but shown in denile. My body shaken but nervous...im not. Just cant seem... [read more] |
 Boss (my Boston Terrier Bulldog) It's funny how we tend to take our friends for granted until it is too late to show appreciation.... [read more] |
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FOUR FLOWERS The Sun Arose in Morning Glory with His Goldenrod Wanding Violet to Rose (to C and R Davis of Maryland) BLUEMS When chicory... [read more] |
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The caterpillar eats entire his host leaves. But transmuted to butterfly he sips the nectar and the chalice perfect he leaves. SPREADING LI... [read more] |
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CURE OF ARS Cure of Ars with ears like the sea's .. listening hour after hour to the filth the rivers bring him transforming by li... [read more] |
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When I focus on the clouds semaphoring the azure blue .. floating flotillas of white hue ...their slow sailing grabs my soul and slows dow... [read more] |
 Families can be hard to come by When they are kind Nice And comforting to another That is hard to find all those in one family But some wher... [read more] |
 Pictures. Photos, of you, rest dormant, in a box that collects dust, on my shelf. Before you were gone, these pictures, were just developed... [read more] |
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Without love, one fades, into nothing. One would have, nothing left, to live for. Without love, one would be lonely, and feel nothing. Witho... [read more] |