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I acquiesce to your request,
my effervescent fellow.
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I acquiesce to your request,
my effervescent fellow.
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As new life sparks and grows within me,
inspiration moves asunder,
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Semi inspired by Sir Iliad Keys' http://allpoetry.com/poem/5818033 and also a friend of mine spent some time in High
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A poem about the choice to love.
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It's not what you think--trust me
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Death by a poison apple. it's quite clever.
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A Reflective poem of reassurance towards my wonderful lady Sonya, for our one year anniversary on the tenth of November.
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Tribute to all that happens around Fall time.
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A flare of light that evens out, a candle that was lit.
O God, my life, is it still there, within the midst of it?
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They say the apples fell and rotted
the day that Autumn died.
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My son, are you a medic or a murderer?
Do you stand alone to aid a hurting world?
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Tiki I have fashioned thee
to sit there handsom, smiling at me
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sitting Indian-style on the floor
sorting through a mess of shots
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Today I picked you flowers,
that you will never see.
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Messing around breaking Haiku rules 
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Sonya, my Sonya; most dear to my heart,
this letter I pen to thee
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What happened to the simile's,
of love and death and other things?
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I laid my head down on the grass my toes stuck in the air,
I counted stars and found Big Dipper, spooning wistful cares.
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Lean in close my lovely lady, careful not to blink
an eyelash I have spotted laying gently on thy cheek
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O beautiful delicious pies
and pudding from Aunt May,
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The Halls of Danville springing alive, in dance and celebration.
In each home a softer glow of warmth and resignation.
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You can ask me what freedom is and I will tell you it's simply bliss
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sometimes I get angry and I protest I lose my temper and picket life itself
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I heard it all through basic circumstance This game of life and love and true romance
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I don't want you to think that your alone
don't want you to feel clamy and cold
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The very thought of you makes my mind wander,
and I forget to eat and drink your presence is all I long for
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Whispers float through the smog,
quieted by the deafening crickets in the Midnight hour.
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