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A Poem by Dean
There it goeslike a spotlight still in focus,but moving from world to worldwhere dimension does not protest,but leads the way.It is a beautiful way to..
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A Poem by Dean
It is not the distant hills from whichthe silent echos stir; I thought it so,but I had given them too much God--It was too full an eloquencethat they ..
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A Poem by Dean
It still lurkssafely in the past,but now dredged up becauseit is so good for modesty.No, I will not succumb!The thing you shun is a gift,a ringing swo..
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A Poem by Dean
Dear DiaryYou don't exist, of course,so I can speak as I like.I must admit I rather like that, since no one cares,and I have some freedom here.The ai..
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A Poem by Dean
I used to look at others and wonder,'What is it like to be different?'Now I know that I am they,and they are me, and the resultant weare all just hudd..
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A Poem by Dean
Down Through Centuries...of No thing at AllFor that to burn, of what withinthat might exist, awaiting thatwhich rules and keeps me long at bay.To fee..
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A Poem by Dean
We just had Christmasand I got to thinking about events that are real.Funny about that...now they are realonly because we visit them again in memory.I..
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A Poem by Dean
If I werean astronomer,a follower of PapaGalileo through th'expanding years,I should beless confounded bythat vortex in the skyfirst spottedwhen a lea..
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A Poem by Dean
Come with meinto the meadow of the mind where God is found. Its ambienceis of reflection, and cannot be earned. It is the ringing in the far-off hills..
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A Poem by Dean
It was to be his last, he thought.The day began in heat, like all the othersfor the past six weeks; he knew the scenefull well around his little boat...
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