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This silly thing, my true desire A prayer of hope; a gift of love
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starched sails collecting winds scented of gold baubles
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look what I found Ma! can I keep him, please!
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I cannot find a prompt to prompt my silliness, it seems perhaps I'll wallow here a while in mind created dreams
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and she will cull words from the deepest recesses of mind
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adorned in moonlight's silken fingers each touch the others' warmth
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eternity's breath
daylight passageway homeward
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even in daylight hours he, prowling the horizon, scans for eyes
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and man seeks to be king a ruler of all the world's knowledge
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and you breathed a sonnet into my ears
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Father, I know there is nothing of me You do not know You've known me from the beginning
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mind playing tricks, there was that time I, no, never mind.
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oh there are times I've hit the skids I've broken bottles with slippery lids
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There hasn’t been this day of rest declared Where one might find his light repose
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they'll stand there, highbrow knowing they're wrong
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how ever did I become grown raised by mother most the time
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darkened doorway
last echos fleet footsteps
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Images breast-stroke through a puddle-ed brain, while ideas clog eye-scored sights.
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eight morons cast a spell on the world all smiles they are without a clue between them
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Autumn’s leaves scattered in life’s winds
Dried, a fallen colored array
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can't see that forest for the elephant's butt but Blondie don't see what she ought to be seeing
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among angels attending their astral meadows each planet rung with the dust of past ages
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clues aren't hard to fathom wisdom isn't fragile
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such silly chills abound my spine cold feet toes protesting every step
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I shall dance only should the music be right I will flutter with the sudden gusts of nature's breath
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my stride like gliding on air a warm welcomed homecoming
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a pleasant wake of sunlight pushes against haloed clouds
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you can see to the ocean's floor silver waves brushing shore sands
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no, no piglet, stay away! it's not with you that we can play,
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"Victoria's Secret" babes galore
stuffed on catalog pages like cattle
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Jesus being a "door to the sheep fold"
the offer to just step in.
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there are no differences
men are men and blood is blood
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when my boat started leaking you handed me a cork
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evening's branches stilled moon passage escapes notice
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