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 Was it a pickle or a frog? As she lay, watching TV, what could have fallen on her? What possibly could have mistaken her leg for a log? Ju... [read more] |
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alone at night to scribble and scroll full admiration of poetic tales told trying to reach the inner soul releasing of fears far beyond th... [read more] |
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My words may ramble My brain scramble for thoughts to relay My heart is in it Pen in hand to fit Scrolling ideas I cannot say. Beauty su... [read more] |
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Citrus is a matter of taste. Flavors vary, Variety yields no waste. Fresh fruit peels are used the less. When it cames to baking, Zest is t... [read more] |
 There they were on a hot July day A chance meeting at the "Taste" keeping crowds at bay On the train ride home their eyes started to play Th... [read more] |
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Here I am standing on the edge of recklessness. This is not me. Do I know myself any longer? Did I ever know what I was really like? Did I w... [read more] |
 Waking up with frost on the ground and not a flower to be found- the morning air is crisp and cold the winter months wi... [read more] |
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As I sat outside and gazed at the sky, I watched the sand's of time slip by, I look at the stars and silently cry as I felt the well of my... [read more] |
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I walked down the waterfront on a warm summer's day, and listened to the pipers play, The waves were crashing on the docks, and children pl... [read more] |
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Jen Was always there for me, to help and teach and share with me, When I was small she played with me and taught me the lessons that I would... [read more] |
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Oh my wild Irish rose on the shore of Dublin grows sculpted by god, and it thus it shows oh my wild Irish rose for as long as the stormy win... [read more] |
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Iv'e been around for thousands of years I have two eyes but shed not tears I stand alone I have no friends my eyes of stone observe the tren... [read more] |
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Come to me my pixie sprite hold my hand and squeeze it tight spread your wings and we'll take flight soaring high into the night we'll head... [read more] |
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Look up, look up, don't look at the ground your soul may have been lost but now it's been found keep looking forward keep your eyes straight... [read more] |
 I inhale the spirits of stone and forest, so kind to lay trees and rocks for my climb up the mountain. As juniper branches gently comb my h... [read more] |