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A time to give thanks for many
things. Time to spend time with those that are dear. It is also a
sad time for me. Many people missing from the table. A few friends
that left this earth too soon. A Grandmother/Mother, not here as
well. They are all missed every year that goes by. But I
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Legs pumping under the midnight moon.
Running through the feathery grasses.
A mist over the moors.
A will o’ the wisp.
Wraiths.
Pale shadows skim across still water.
It was the dark of a New Moon.
The darkness of the pit was upon him.
In…
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Poetic Pleasure Place
Ardor Among Arbors
Ashen cinders fall away revealing a molten core
Feathers grasses up to her naked knees
A flaxen sun on flaxen hair
Doe eyed and prancing in the sun
Penguins and puppies
As we climbed the swelling peak of the…
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When I see you, when I think of
you. My head spins, with the thoughts of you. I hold my breath and
pray. That the memories of you I have. Stay with me till the end of
time. When you would walk into a room. My heart would race. I would
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It's that time again. Time to
get that candy. To dress up. It is time for the ghouls and ghosts
to come out. To roam around and scare everyone. Watch as the
witches take flight on their brooms. Beware the dark. That is where
things that go bump in the night hide. Watch as the
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They rise and explode in brilliance and rain down in colors of summer. Blue waters break over rocks, and we can't tell which ones are fish, but we don't care. We slip and the water is over our heads, but it is warm and inviting. It's not like the cold… Read More »
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Time goes by. The
world changes. Things
are not the same. There
are sad times. There are
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About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I could talk to. Faces in those days sparked The whole shooting-match off, and I doubt If ever one had like hers: But it was the friend I took out, And in seven years… Read More »
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