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 Up north there are four seasons in a year…a fact that cannot be debated. In Florida, however, those four season are more subtle... [read more] |
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Currently confined to the hospital recovering from blood sespsis and have sustained a tremendous loss of motor ability in my legs. I a... [read more] |
 In the grand realm where thoughts collide, and silent whispers bloom, Through shadows deep, where dreams abide, and hush the voice of gloom.... [read more] |
 Post poems Stops mope Most Popes Pompos set Stop poems Me ps stoop So temp pos ... [read more] |
 I'm right here for you my Beloved What sacred space do you need me to hold Let us build our own fortress of... [read more] |
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ONCE THERE WAS A WELL SO DEEP THE BOTTOM COULDN'T BE REACHED IT SEEMED TO BE A BOTTOMLESS PIT IT WAS SO DARK IT COULDN'T BE LIT MANY M... [read more] |
 You lift me like air.I float in your red eyesfor lovely pain.You introduce me totears, with hybrid blood. Will weever sleep on the eye lashe... [read more] |
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Rick and Pat were two horny guys Who wanted to have sex, no surprise But all the ladies they knew Told them 'Have sex with you? Both y... [read more] |
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I am not satisfied by rude anger and child anecdotes it will not bee easy to remove the work I have added, they remove all of my statements. [read more] |
 Beautyganda Maaraw ngunithindi ka natinag Malamang paranggatas na balat angnabanaag Muntik pa yataakong mabulag Kay gan... [read more] |
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People Migrants are not people They're the worst kind of people in the world Hold on.. Migrants are not people? That is what I just said Oh... [read more] |
 Notwithstanding the delusions of grandeur I have found myself seeking desperately to find solutions to the creeping malaise... [read more] |
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Stupid conflict smoky bars begin to fade into one another invigorating madness the confusion becomes stifling... [read more] |
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Today I’m thankful for campfires and how we love them so Each campfire reminding us of a time…when time itself moves slow ... [read more] |
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In Florida oak leaves fall in March and as I was cleaning up our backyard I paused a moment to sit… to take a break and relax around... [read more] |