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here by the bended elbow as the water passes
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i wonder if your fireworks were
against a pink sunset
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sunrise captured beauty i flew with the swallow's wings
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do i think there is more than we have been- for all the unexplained things, evolutionary and miracle
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where i feel you end
you are beginning
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i am not a pugilist
the last punch thrown
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it gave you leverage eased my mind,
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by Cannonsfire
15 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 29 10:39 PM
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and why do i see you more than most; as the failings of a small and weedy tree
by Cannonsfire
41 lines, 12 comments,
on Jun 29 6:28 AM
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his hair is white now reminding winter
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we meet where the ice flows down a green cake mountain,
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by Cannonsfire
35 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 29 12:24 AM
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i listen to a leaf scurry, make ripples on the pond
by Cannonsfire
34 lines, 13 comments,
on Jun 28 7:57 AM
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"I have wandered these hills, found a sound in every valley and on each high peak. Among the snow, in the dull ache of summer heat. A hawk
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lying here to watch the white
the whispers of a thousand nights,
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it cried today beneath feet
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fountain finds color it flickers between the blooms
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and by the small creek the wind dies down
by Cannonsfire
40 lines, 10 comments,
on Jun 27 7:12 AM
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'that could be me one day' when wind turns up my collar
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i wait for the steel trap it tightens
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meeting the eyes of a reddened dwarf sun
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her castle was a barn the red door by the jaded lane
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i found a weed today thought about sensible shoes
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marilyn gets a rose every day
by Cannonsfire
47 lines, 16 comments,
on Jun 27 3:29 AM
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i walk a strong sunrise sensing all is beautiful
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in tangerine mornings you were something new,
a want to express yourself, all brilliance, flashes
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i feed the hunger
of this summer wind
by Cannonsfire
72 lines, 17 comments,
on Jun 25 6:37 AM
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she's my favorite erotic gal she's a bestest friend and pal
by Cannonsfire
18 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 25 12:35 AM
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just so you don't forget
i died today
by Cannonsfire
10 lines, 45 comments,
on Jun 24 9:46 PM
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it's the dullard in me, the quack of a therapist
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watch beauty hide at eventide, a strange immortality in cold spring,
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