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No real reason, no hidden message.Just a daySimple and positive.Send home some food, helping a friend.Tell a few stories, bring out some smiles.Nice f..
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How could I not share?Colors and coo's from a bit down south.Gives me a smile.Once pets, now flying free.
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It isn't meant to be hard.Scrambling for the words...Life is lifeBehind each posture something lost.Should be trying to help.Instead, a constant squab..
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No, not in the best shape, and I need a larger keyboardStop me?Not a chance.Let the words flow. compensation of the moment.and, I will do it again, a..
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Simple thought, leads to a simple plan.No restraints, merely a jaunt under the desert skies.Chill of the night, after baking in the light.Stand in the..
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It shouldn't be something new.Words only slow me down.Simple glance, slump of the shoulders.Eyes turning red.Exhausted.Too many games.Never the playth..
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Auguste, I am irritated.When did you come forward, and why did it make you create?Take it back, only to turn it to stone?Moment, chin on my hand, qui..
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Problem of age, combined with a rough start.Blurry perceptions, starting before I was five.Growing worse as years go by.Eyes, not like they once were..
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Are you finished?Will you leave me be?Perfect in the frozen moment, torn apart for a momentary bit of beauty.Parts I must try to rejoin, even though t..
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Even with all the reminders, so easy to flash by.So many sights to see.So many images to create.Once in awhile, chance to look, catch a glimpse.See in..
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