m.s.early
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frozen birdA Poem by m.s.earlyi wasn't preparedthe horror of your wingsstiffeningthe peril watching yourelive your lifeyour eyes black and coldthe sun refusedthe wind relentedi cou.. |
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lyricsA Poem by m.s.earlyis it akin to discovering a star;or more alike formulating that thingthat hadn't yet manifested,then struggling to bind a patentbefore the others even.. |
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Penny CandyA Story by m.s.earlyGeorge Moore's store was a two story buildin' that had been there so long it had started to lean. And when I say "so long" I mean more than two hun'er.. |
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slay the debutanteA Poem by m.s.earlybehind the punch bowls and refreshments we throw our own party to entertain ourselves; people like us, street farmers, dirty hands, dirty min.. |
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long winterA Poem by m.s.earlygrinding molars careful seemingly , but whether feed or a finger regardless tastily, clouds of methane lingering, piles dropping behind b.. |
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i won't againA Poem by m.s.earlyfamous last words |
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as well she knowsA Poem by m.s.earlyI At the peak of a mountain I throw blossoms down to her that I love. She stood close to me once and I smelled a garden in her hair. Wh.. |
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