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AleppoI've trod the many summersI've seen the river's run,the blackbird raking withered leaves,the trespass of the sun.I've coursed the age of innocen..
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On the concept of perceptual relativityI know little and care even less,but this face is considerably handsomeand quite suits me; I'm bound to confess..
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Watching rainbows, wondering where they go;making footprints in the early morning snow,that melts away beneath the sun's pale call,leaving no trace, n..
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(On having left the city behind.)The evidence of my reconstruction is everywhere.Gold and diamond become little more thanpointless ornament, in the sa..
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Of late, I have been a little distracted.My mind filled with thoughts ofwild flowers and freshly sprung grassslanting to a newly formed sun;aware in a..
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what love is
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Even the strongest tree falls,often so slowly you barelynotice as it greets each new spring as if for the first time;and in your dreams you imagineit ..
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I remember those days when we walked on the sands,
the four of us, one, through the link of our hands,
when the world was a smile on my dear mothe..
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just a memory
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Time was when we stretched the boundaries,ran free, Micky and me;darting in and out of consequenceas all kids do.Years melted and I didn't see him aga..
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