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Break two eggs into a bowl- you are going to need them later. Take a deep breath… sun is good, if you have it. Wonder why this never gets e..
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solicting input from fellow writers
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Christmas poem for my aunt, on the loss of her son earlier this fall
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Yes- I admit it now-I wanted you.My heartwanted you,as a parched man wants water on a hot July daymy body wanted you,as a pomegranite longs to be devo..
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Start the fire, first, and wait for the smoke to clear. A cast itron old Dutch oven is the perfect size-fill it from the tub or rain barrel, and let ..
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I miss who we once believed we were-
in our childhood days
stalwart adventurers, undaunted by any trial,
when we built our forts in the woods
and ..
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I tried to write of God today, a lofty, worldly vision, some altered, relevant view.and instead, my mind's path led me unhurriedly, but surely, to the..
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for MSYes, you will love again.Your heart will survive thisIt may not be what you imagine now-but you will. You will probably love herfor not being me..
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You asked me to teach you
what I knew about
the ways of the heart
and women's bodies;
how to make their curves
come alive
under your hands
an..
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That which is wild and unruly has overgrown its more civilized companions.Goldenrod inlackluster brushy plumes and sour yellow sorrel, tasting of lem..
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