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 A friend to me, is someone who's there, Someone who loves me, someone who cares, A friend to me, brightens up my day, Who makes sure I don't... [read more] |
 ~A Child's Christmas Wish~ For so long, dear Santa Claus Since I was teeny wee lass I've heard so much about you And always have dreams of... [read more] |
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lost in a glance held fast in a trace what would i give for one last dance? only everything. taken aback fallen off track what was it you... [read more] |
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Airless in the gloom He arose at the appointed hour Working his way Through mounds of clay And dirt held still For a thousand years Through... [read more] |
 SWALLOW WING Because of her God will sooner bring a world of no more suffering .. where none are swallowing a chicken's or a swallow wing.... [read more] |
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The flying bird fears not the breaking branch upon which she rests nor the fish the flood which helps her rise above the nets .. nor the mat... [read more] |
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* 32 Poems To Fruit Trees * -saiom shriver- *DEW CLEMENT *As the falling dew clementbecame bitter juice of le... [read more] |
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ENCIRCLED BY HER GENEROSITY The fruit tree's trunk, a vertical radius.. sign of pi .. is encircled by her generosity.. round her feet lies a... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson Do I believe in destiny? I'll tell you after all is said and done.... [read more] |
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how can she go A WHOLE YEAR [building futile memories, posing together in snapshots, sharing underappreciated intimacies with a man she pro... [read more] |
 Can memories wither away or die, Can’t the echo be its own reply, Can passing years snatch it all away, When you and your beloved walked hig... [read more] |
 يامن تدفق الزهر من اكمامها صبي رحيق و ناوليني جرعه من قنوات روح تروي يبوس يامن تشرع القوافي من احلامها تهدي الرقيق خطي ضلوعي من شعورك بلسم... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Last time it was like this: I wanted the opportunity to make her happy But, she was already happy So I... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I am not adept at surfing and tsunami's seem to rise only once every seven years or so between the waves it's hard to... [read more] |
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A distance so close, yet feeling estranged, Her scent I indulge, though her heart is not mine to embrace, Her skin, as soft as the gentle sw... [read more] |