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Under the pale moon's watchful gaze, beneath a somber sky and a dead tree with gnarling branches, sat Yurelia, drawing in her canvas notebook- creatin..
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The man Yurelia saw sitting on the bank had no shoes on. Two black shiny loafers were hanging from the branch of a flowering Sigalanda tree. In a chil..
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Another from those late night bursts of unknown inspiration
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A poem from a muse I've yet to encounter again, and still don't know where it came from in the first place.
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Standing in shadows
Scanning left and right
Hopeful, fearful, wandering
Needful, yet guarded by my past
Until the light appears, unexpected.
I ..
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An old poem I found, on an acidy sheet of paper, partly gone, and gave a new life to.
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Inspired by a farmer named Dirk. :)
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It speaks for itself. No hidden agenda here.
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An overweight young man and his sister return home from a day of fishing one Iowa Spring to find their mother gone...
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Note the prelude to this poem, as it came from some amazing inspiration. This is as favorite of a friend of mine I hold dear.
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