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Far from the town, is an empty night gown,
in a house on Henderson road.48 lines, 10 comments, on Mar 8 11:23 PM 2004. In Other -
A somber mellow resonance of bow on cello’s string
The softly sensuous melodies which sea-bound sirens sing.17 lines, 23 comments, on May 7 11:35 PM 2004. In Personal -
Listen! The sound of the empty bell,
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She is the night in sequined dress,
The one the daylight can't possess. -
The water's murky, tannin stained,
It's color grayish brown, -
A cannonade of color as I cross Coshocton Glen,
A fusillade of fiery reds, the fluttering of wrens. -
Friendship shows itself to me in many shapes and forms.
No matter where I find it though, it somehow always warms.
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