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It's true,
she is madly in love,
and the saddest person I know.
She and her "man"
arevery much in love;
both of them,
unfortunately,
Love h..
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Who are you?
Heard about you on the televsion news;
height, weight,
approximate age,
eye and hair color;
--eventhe drawing, an artist's image;
d..
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result of a period of writer's block
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She's a proud and loving Mother,
a few childish drawings still remain;
(she treasures each and every one.)
crayoned memories of her little boy.
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She was a wild thing,
a bird with a broken wing.
born of enchantment,
never part of reality.
she fascinated me
this creature of faery.
She was..
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we dance
a slow, soft dance
of words;
such loving sentiments,
----like a gentle caress.
words to touch the heart,
balm to the wounded spirit;
p..
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down desparate streets
the boy runs,
weeping seas of tears.
He throws the gun;
no longer angry,
no longer brave,
just terrified and lost.
He ru..
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an ongoing, impromtu work.
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While cicadas sing Summer Song,
in the mesquite dappled 110 degree shade;
overheated spiders leave webs unfinished.
Even the ants retreat from suns..
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Prowl, she does,
in her shark swift rounds;
she goes about
and a round about.
Search, she does,
in her cat slink hunts,
she goes silent,
and ..
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