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This write ended up with a double meaning. It ser in my desk for a long time. It was written to tease my life. It did not.
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This is about street people whom wander in the streets of our cities.
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Our lives os busy. / Never enough time, to enjoy natures gifts. / A gentle breeze stirring the grass in the field. / A meadow lark singing its beautiful song. / Blossoms on the flowes newlt bloomed. / Ducks swi
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a wood carver of great skill / The old man, just set on the hill / He had carved angels and saints. / All carved without constraints. / Churches and Abbeys, from far away. / Pleaded to put his work on disp
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Young man all alone. / Speaking to not a soul. / His mind blurred. / No longer able to tell, / right from wrong. / / Young man his mind tw
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This was my first poem, written five years ago when my son was killed by a drunk driver
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compareing our life cycle to the seasons.
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Another boyhood memory af the river pristine
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This is about the home I was born in during the great depression. It was not much but I was never so happy as I was there.
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drug addition, salvation
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by oldpoets 37 lines, 12 comments, on Jan 1 9:59 AM 2007
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