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Curious title ... isn't it.
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We sit at our desks andwatch them squeeze out.Tick ... tick ...tick ...come the seconds, likebrownish drops, clingingto, then tearing freefrom, a rust..
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About the travels of the heart.
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I see the flickering echoes of a
lost past on your befuddled face
as scenes from a life, mostly gone
by, rush too quickly through the
tunnel tha..
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Come back to me Spring,shine warmly on my gratefulface and outstretched arms.Bring the aroma of hope,wafting up from Mother Earth.Bring your brilliant..
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Why do we compete? I understand thatthere was once a time when the food wentto the swiftest, the strongest or the smartest.But when do we get beyond t..
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You are stunning. Much like a tiger. I am drawn to you, mesmerized by you. I stand, dumbstruck as you come silently towards me, low to the ground, ear..
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Prisoners, this is what we are. We are
captives
in this wretched existence, with its
daily trials,
its everyday torment. We survive today
in orde..
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Pretty self-explanatory.
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A simple phrase, droppedinnocently into conversation.Every word ringing in mymind like the booming reportof a magnum. A poem is born.The words linger,..
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