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You may say that I’m a dreamer
man, but I’m not only known,by undergroundcam 54 lines, on Sep 24 6:38 PM 2008 -
I am from the glass table in the living room,
From waterbeds and mom’s perfume.by undergroundcam 33 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 24 6:36 PM 2008 -
Another morning, and he was like the image of the Amitaba Buddha, hands folded and eyes closed behind heavy lenses, slouched in his well worn armchair. There was always the strangest warm glow in his office—a golden illuminatby undergroundcam 3 lines, on Sep 24 6:34 PM 2008
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In stillness of night
trains cut loudly through our townby undergroundcam 2 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 12 3:59 PM 2008. In Haiku -
Saying our goodbyes
with green chile on my tongue,by undergroundcam 2 lines, on Sep 10 12:10 AM 2008. In Haiku -
When I saw him, I’d always be taken back to the lazy ocean breeze, a reggae bass riff, Jamaican smiles, and Rastafarian street corners. Hisby undergroundcam 3 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 9 10:04 PM 2008
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This cool mountain breeze
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A slump in the sidewalkby undergroundcam 38 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 3 8:53 PM 2008
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The manic patter of inhabitants' scattering crawlsby undergroundcam 20 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 3 8:48 PM 2008. In Dark
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Earlier I saw the sun ride off,
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What is poetry?
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Sluggish and still a bit drunk
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And we keep on wearing gloves
Over these hands when we talkby undergroundcam 38 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 3 6:33 PM 2008
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