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Bound within these narrow borders / confined by my limited vision, / held fast by the grasp of my soiled hands, / I am Small. / I touch the
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The battlefield is empty now / except for the shattered trees, / ruined artillery, / and stained lumps that dot the ground. / The victors have withdrawn / to salute their fallen brave, / the defeated / to m
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I sit hunched over my keyboard
pouring over the work I know so wellby Dave Gordon 42 lines, on Apr 5 12:10 PM 2007. In self awareness -
Love lost sends a person to the arms of the sea
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The old cat sleeps in the laundry basket
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A slightly dark children's poem
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by Dave Gordon 36 lines, on Mar 15 2:49 PM 2007. In Depression
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Tragedy and desperation. Hope brought back by the American Red Cross.by Dave Gordon 18 lines, 12 comments, on Mar 8 4:52 PM 2007
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Small cuts sting too much
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