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Pen holders,
Typists at the ready,
Knuckle to facers,
I am with you now,
Then,
And again.
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I could work out infinite ways as to why your poetry is an amazing thing:
With no effort at all,
Those words tell all,
Those words are me.
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Somedays,
I'm the most boring person I've ever known.
But, that's no crime.
So, I sit bored;
With a heart still beating,
Eyes still seeing,
Mi..
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A dream story.
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Promenade to The Square with guitar hanging from my shoulder. I sway to music along sidewalks, cemetary, streets, grasslands.
No band,
Just one m..
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Over here in the u.s.a,
Mind may only desperately say: "Make it, or lose it."
That's American blues.
Out in the East,
"Living is no feat: eat,..
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Back and fourth,
They cast fading breaths of remaining sweetness; Love songs.
All day,
Immersed in Greatness,
They simply can't withdraw from pra..
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"People all look like each other...like me. Their faces...are just as mine."
'Mother' showed me Love in her pain.
'God' showed me Love in relea..
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For Kisses, hugs, kisses, hugs, warm Being, Lovely as Lovely can be.
This maybe will be in a book of mine.
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For...Me...For...You...For Song...
To make you smile,
Is to give myself one for awhile.
Selfish me,
Loves selfish you.
Some days...
A blue ..
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