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Every day in the park,he shared.Scattered crumbs,the happy chirrupingof his fellow party goersa symphony to his ears;whilst at his feet, leaves swirle..
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Even filing cabinets have feelings,so too the carpet trod carelesslyunderfoot; the purse or wallet thatknows your PIN, but never tells.It's why childr..
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" a sonnet of sorts. "
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For my friend and longtime mentor Ewain Roberts. bendithia chi.
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The little mouse defies the owl,but only when a higher need,stands shoulder to the hunter's wingand makes hurt seem a welcome thing;when sustenance fr..
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A little twist of fate,a wind blown seedborne on a transient zephyr breeze.Fair daffodil or dandelionit matters not,for both bear giftsthat glitter at..
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you never what you might find if you look. :))
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On reading; 'I am the only being whose doom,'by Emily Bronte.
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It is early and dew still adorns,but next door someone is already playing music,the sound spreading, being shared,dissipating the haze of morning.But ..
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It happens.
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