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Can all be gone, the life of yesterday / that prospers thoughts we fondly save? / Where of past consciousness does loving lay - / the frettby nearlyman 26 lines, on Jul 11 5:09 AM 2007
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by Journeyman / A deliberate way. A lifetime gone of kind and gentle pace. / Yet even now, to ease my latter years the memory of him / quie
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Where are the flowers that once were there? / The beauty that knew the substance / of sweet reason for my lifetime spree, / guiding me joyo
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If at any time by some strange lack of grace
I omit to say, or intimate in any way -
I know not how but somewhere, sometime in the course
of sampling this wide world no doubt we’ve met before, -
Sometimes gloominess in me prevails,
but why? Earth’s comforts well around me fit! -
If we should pass along the way, send not your glance to me,
nor wave a hand inviting us to meet, -
Oh! How I love the touch of early Spring.
Anticipated freshness draws aside -
Oh! How I love the touch of early Spring.
Anticipated freshness draws aside -
by Journeyman
“The manifest of inaction’s ways -
by Nearlyman
Now brighter dawns the Spring. -
by Nearlyman
Sea calm, yet still the ocean’s handby nearlyman 30 lines, on Feb 15 7:36 AM 2007 -
Thoughts Of Fairies.
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Just sitting on the rising air it seems,by nearlyman 23 lines, on Feb 15 6:07 AM 2007 -
by Nearlyman
Again, the certain call of a tranquil morn, -
by Nearlyman
When I am set to spread my wings and fly -
by Nearlyman
Haphazardly, like fluttering moths around a flame -
by Nearlyman
When I look out on star-strewn winter skies -
by Nearlyyman
Dull paint, crazed and peeling a storm battered boat,by nearlyman 31 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 8 6:44 AM 2007 -
by Nearlyyman
The sun moved on toward the dawning of another’s dayby nearlyman 31 lines, on Feb 8 6:35 AM 2007 -
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Sea calm, yet still the ocean’s handby nearlyman 30 lines, on Feb 8 6:21 AM 2007 -
by Journeyman
Come let us dance beneath the moon this nightby nearlyman 22 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 8 6:15 AM 2007 -
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When I am set to spread my wings and flyby nearlyman 27 lines, on Feb 8 3:45 AM 2007 -
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It’s sixty years fast flown, since brushing throughby nearlyman 51 lines, on Feb 8 3:30 AM 2007 -
by Nearlyman
The Poets words? A gloom assails my mellow mood. -
One Last Look.
The weathered barn is old. Protesting doors that creakby nearlyman 32 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 6 2:49 PM 2007
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