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traveling ill fields
transitional winged visions
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Hope it's OK leaving my middle name out / Actually not hard to say unless you shout / Rather short only eleven letters long / Leaves people
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There once was a roaddog named wolfie / who streaked through the town with a cookie / though hunters were hired / and their guns were fired / he still howled at the moon and played hooky /
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There once was a roaddog named wolfie / who streaked through the town with a cookie / though hunters were hired / and their guns were fired / he still howled at the moon and played hooky /
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Driven into the reapers sickle blade / Awaiting with his deadly handled swing / Raven feathered curses of swampy everglade / Keepers of the
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on Jun 2 4:56 AM 2007. In Pain, Dark, Weird
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Hope it's OK leaving my middle name out / Actually not hard to say unless you shout / Rather short only eleven letters long / Leaves people
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traveling ill fields
transitional winged visions
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Across Honey Dews old timber bridge
through splinter woods forest of burl
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The only time I'm needed is when they want to use me. / Takes me to screw or remove my top and check out my double DD's. / Then they always
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Galactic worlds of cosmic extensions,
starlight sirens co-linear surreal
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Sunrise eastern Andes peakS
Up above ancient ruins of PerU
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comment / on what you think / read what I say and feel / these words that I have written my way / you may find more meaning in my written w
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 20 7:03 PM 2007. In richtameter
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All I could do is wonder why
opening front yard white picket gate,
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Futility of Obstruction: Poetic Forms / Finding the structured form / Following the patterned design / Faltering thoughts to transform / Fl
6 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 8 4:14 PM 2007
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Moments of farwell like these / Are like wind blowing through the trees / Yonder is natures perpetual breeze / Yesterday was only the begin
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Annual cycle since Neolithic times
ancient structures megalithic designs
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Spring is upon us, weather fair
pure is the fresh, crisp morning air
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In
my days,
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on Apr 22 10:09 PM
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Across old brigantine vestige ships shell,
spray briny blues wind zephyr spoon-drift mist
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On
prairie
44 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 27 10:09 PM
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Angels of elegance grace
Poetic satin and lace.
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Levitation of hearts repore
Eagles wings made to soar
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