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where your the ringmaster of my fate,
the spark of my life, dust as it slides into the crack of a nightmare
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Tuck in a corner, unexpected a jewel in Nature's crown
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This is too strange to write a preview for
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I stand where my father stood, my father's father and on back,
I see the land that is in our bood and the land
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Tthe Green Man makes his appearance in
celebration of the growing earth.
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my lover is my own personal demon,
alcohol is the Satan that rules him
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a perfectly placed peak,
to tickle the heavens of the Gods,
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eight glowing orbs appear in the torch light,
a redolence of death appears in the form of a spider
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Sanning the beach in the setting sun
She waits
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Who can never wash the bloodstains from our souls,
doomed to a living hell.
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I flit from corn stalk to corn stalk
spreading pollen every where I go
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This faint harmony upon a zephr,
a mellifluous from the breath of Aeolus
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I'll take number 3 please
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The dread of the telegram arriving at the front door, or of two Army, Navy,
Air Force or Marine officers walking up the front yard with s
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her feathers ragged, dirty and soiled in the deep, dark
places you trod with glee
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This very same rights, that were fought, bled and died for. This very same privilege that people in other Countries do not have
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Frogs sing of love to one another
along the banks in the tall grasses
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the fears of man magnify at night, bringing racing hearts, blood pounding in ears and temples
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do others see us outside of their thoughts
dreams, hopes and expectations
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even in death, the land remembers and celebrates them as they slowly decompose and feed the forest
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a storm paused amidst furious might,
with thoughts that enter my head
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mighty Crone, ruler of the underworld
and of the wanning and dark Moon
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of a bloodied warrior,
viewed at the time of death
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some say no, you use no form,
you don't write in sonnet
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Deep in my imagination,
where all things are possible,
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No Political or Religious Boundries,
Face of Humanity
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Ares eyes surveying the land
Blood-lust, Violence, Rape and Plunder
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To let go forth once again,
Against those who would dare
Take that which is sacred to Her
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what should I do first
perhaps I was wrong
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Sorry, I forgot to change the title. 
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two wholes that make a third
joined in the mystical realm
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