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My world is never black, nor white,
Nor seen without the soul or heart ~
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If you sense love when new truths you are seeking,
You’ve found the key ... relatively speaking ...
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And truth is never found in spite,
Nor love the ground for vicious slight ...
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So long, we shared a special space,
Where hands took minds to time erased,
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Have you watched a wild horse frolic free on a grassland,
Or seen how it plays with the rest of the pack? ...
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and so the days passed, seemed never ending
with so many thoughts to think ...
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In those silent spaces, there’s angelic-like faces
And it’s those that preclude thoughts of sinking ...
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And has to smile and wonder what
Is in the cud he chews?
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And our wild world is sure to get wilder -
Quite randomly out-of-control ...
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I found a point called Inspiration
that punctuates night‘s hue ...
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Who am I who does nothing ~
When those others cry out in pain ...
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“The most he will do is throw shadows at you”
And surely he’ll do so all day ...
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When chance expands what once felt strange,
I’ll take your hand, come walk with me ...
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The Ace of Trades, the King of Arts,
A most unlikely pair ...
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When Obama, our next president ...
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Next the war gods started sounding,
drums of rumbling, quite astounding ...
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Your book of secrets, burdened now with dust,
Will serve as legacy for eyes below -
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Asylums are places to trace wrongful creeds ...
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The full snow moon will rise to see
what once were fields of hay ...
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When we are young, We can‘t see ~ Such a waste!
We tend to spin ‘round - then fall flat on our face ...
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Life is a byway, shouldered with blooms
or rooms with doors and windows ...
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Humility had served him well
his kindness, Oh so sweet!
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A Fowl and Miss Fussy-Bat went to tea,
To a beautiful castle remote ...
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I can’t say I really know you -
like a lover or close friend ...
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I drift back in time, to how I used to meet these kind
of poetic lovers. I’d find them in old, dusty pages ...
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We tumble ‘round like wind-blown grass,
Such love, my love, shall never fail!
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In theory, love will languish ‘round
Long after it has gone ...
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The waters are steadily flowing
in America's rivers and streams ...
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Feel part of the living
in hushed, pale tones ...
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Milk to ashes ~ fault of virtue’s vice ...
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Palin takes the floor for Washington D.C.
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Let keeper grasp the magic key
that opens locks and chains ...
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