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 Eagerly, even greedily, Toyo, he has kissed your bare feet, your ankles resting on his broad shoullders at the incoming. [read more] |
 "I lost my muse The day I told you the truth ... about how I loved you... You told me it was supposed to be you, It was always... [read more] |
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Your words provide a sacred space, a shrine perhaps, in which Toyo can be confident and naked in the very Name of Love. [read more] |
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From the sky, wetness sustains the lamd. From Toyo's core, wetness---or his glistening sweetness, released--- sustains the presence of... [read more] |
 full-blown migraine pain so intense, no medicine, potion or powder could touch it, ... [read more] |
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Hoot Owl outside my window Some say it be a harbinger of Death (yes please, sooner than later) Frivolously hopin... [read more] |
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Rock back on your ripe haunches, Toyo; then lift each foot, flexed to a point, and prop both on Basho's broad shoulders; then welcome him .... [read more] |
 Looked up in the sky today My neck, I had to strain What did I see? A rainbow It comes after a rain I thou... [read more] |
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From their heights, Toya, stars watch your beauty, your lithe, slender fkesh---naked, given to the old Poet with your glistening sweetness.... [read more] |
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His athletic skills stood him in very good stead during seventh through ninth grades---when he was well qualified for Junior Varsity athleti... [read more] |
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[to those who are my Muses] Confiscate my laptop if you must. Remove blank pages by the ream from my reach. Break my pencils, or drain my p... [read more] |
 Amy Lee dancing next to the bar trying to gain my attention I look up over my beer and give her a solid glance ... [read more] |
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Certain words polluted the weight of origin pulling them down these preconceived notions acting like cement block footwear... [read more] |
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Today I’m thankful for fishing…and for our son Ryan I am not a fisherman…but our son Ryan is… you might say when it come... [read more] |
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Most times when we walk early on the beach it’s just Deborah and me. but the other morning we happened to walk past two old men... [read more] |