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She birthed Him, then bowed,
Watching Him go to his death.
With love, they saved us.
This woman, who bled,
At the first, and at the last,
She, ..
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A story worth telling..
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Tis The Season
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Loping, lunging lupine paws,
Shake the ground outside my door.
I hear the growl of foul wind, rumbling,
Howling in apocalyptic tones.
From ancient..
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Quoth the Raven…Boo!
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Last word of each line connects to first of next line
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Chilled breezes, like icysatin, awaken me from the vagaries,Thatmuddleone’s thoughts as sleep approaches.Pungent aroma of smoky air drifting acr..
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From the Miocene, thirty seven million years of primal memoryTell me that, I am survival.Convergentfrom strong gulls, hesperornithes, grebes,…B..
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Meandering in my mind, musing…Sibilance of waves wash gently, peacefully,Realizing I need no more than this,I count the wonders and blessings b..
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Quicksilver lives, like glistening waves,Unrelentingly forming, cresting, diminishing, receding,Like notes on an ever-moving scale,On ever-turning pag..
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