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 She holds resentments like precious little jewels stored in unconscious vaults unlocked occasionally to touch and fondle their cost for mor... [read more] |
 My name is Poetic. And no that's not because my life has always been beautiful. It's because I learned how to take ugly things and gi... [read more] |
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I was cleaning our roof the other day…when I ran across something odd…. growing out of some moss on our roof…was a single goldenrod.... [read more] |
 fallen leaves the critics of summer collected at the base of the tree each leaf a note saying beautiful, yes but not... [read more] |
 I'm looking at my VI I MAKE MORE TIME IN WHY IF T LISTEN TO MY WHY MAKE MORE TIME RELY SET MORE NAMES IN TRIES CAUSE THE PEOPLE WANT T... [read more] |
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Honeysuckle fawning Love, it's time to end our peripatetic wandering And let the tendrils of grasping hearts rest: Allow circuitous n... [read more] |
 I am the savior of myself, I stopped reaching for somebody else. No more living inside your hell, I’m learning how to live for myself. I won... [read more] |
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"summer, disembodied" Cruel, Perhaps all summer the body paraded itself along avenues of light wearing sunlight... [read more] |
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spiritual insight Often the deepest of spiritual insights aren't things that we can fully explain. And we encounter the... [read more] |
 There was a caretaker named Millie Who took care of her sick Uncle Willie Was not paid a penny But number of times taken advanta... [read more] |
 Take it and make it great again! Reach for and bring down those stars to shine As they never have before Now and forever make this vote of y... [read more] |
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Believe who is best to lead you and why? Let your voice be heard and your vote counted U matter much more than you know Everyone of us does... [read more] |
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Did you hear about Auntie Denise? Packed her things and moved to Greece Got tired of all the abuse She received from her niece and nep... [read more] |
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I was brought up believing God is an artist… that she has an artist’s eye. How else can you explain how every day she paints the land... [read more] |
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He wore his shadow like a name Stayed on the edges of the game The lunch bell blew a winter wind No on... [read more] |