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Silence - Oh! That blessed state,where nervous rank and file await -in blinkered head down concentrationand soon to come deliberation,where not the sl..
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The glance, when understood, is morethan all the words that have been said;Than all the paths upon this earththat we so briefly tread...And here was t..
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Darkness slips,
subservient to the dawn chorus.Cobwebs glisten
celebrating first light,
the freshness of dew. In the trees, birds stir,
usheri..
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I passed by a strange vexation the other day,a place with more than a dozen crossroadsand couldn't decide which way to go,then I spotted a sign that s..
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A child, four years old,came up to me and told me she was a fairie.I smiled, but was unable to outshineher gap toothed little grin;or the makeshift ma..
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My father was telling me about sixpences;(not for the first time,)and my mother was laughing,as she does."He still thinks you ought to beable to get i..
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Wrote this a while back. Just thought I'd dust it off.
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A slender tree, vertical as noonstands alone to the left of the lake.It is quite beautiful; and close upthe resin swells, live amber glows,beckoning m..
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He sits hunched over his workbench.At first glance, he is old;sinew and bone, skin like leather,but his hands are deft,those of a much younger man.Mom..
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Time stored all, but kept its council.Wrote no history of our creation,but chronicled instead,the ancient forests,the ceaseless oceans.Aeons passed, e..
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