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exposed to strong winds
gnarled and medusa shaped
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fragile, white beauty
scents the tropical evening air
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Showed up in my pocket, weeks later some note I'd written to myself -
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Swishing, swerling water spins round inside the gadget.
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Outside appearance is shallow covering what really counts inside:
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plundering others sailing through ocean's rough seas
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colorful bird shake those feathers
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colorful ending
as rain finishes; fresh air
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like phlegm can't get rid of
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There once was a monster called Otto who played the piano staccato
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There once was a monster called Otto who played the piano staccato
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I'm floating on whispers of yesterday's promise like walking on clouds way up in the sky.
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It's 34 degrees today a fine start to the season;
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Temperature's changing, hotter each year
giving us all something frightning to fear;
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Matters not the color of skin
or the lack of religion;
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Days of dark, nights of light, living here is a fright.
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Moon's light gives sight to solitude
a peaceful ev'ning's song;
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When you're angry, when you're hurt
it's time to take a deep breath and close your eyes;
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wishing you the best fourteen and now on your own
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Open at the neck,
provocative;
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feathers now all cleaned for flight wings must be ready
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solitude prevails
eve's quiet before darkness
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returning again for the sixth or seventh time
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once more we open our doors
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innocence of youth fresh, exuberant;
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can't write; stuck in my throat
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can't write; stuck in my throat
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Nothing could survive;
dead things stood on their own
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quivering aspen moved by invisible force
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removed
but not forgotten
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Silence,
supreme solitude;
by grannyeri
6 lines, 10 comments,
on Dec 16 12:06 PM 2008
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my son, the first born feelings down deep in my heart
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My avatar is showing
my flight from child to now;
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golden leaves cover branches with spiralling arms
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