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On
a summers eve,
In
the Côte
d'Azur,
Came
the Garçon,
Politely
uttering,
“Your
tea..
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A
wooden swing,
A
cup of Joe,
All
I need to let you know.
My
book of poems,
Our
home by the sea,
All..
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A
flower child,
A
wagon drive by day
And
a fire by night.
A
vagabond,
A
life of pure existence
In
..
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Taken
back by the thought,
Of
the happiness I had once desired.
I
found myself quite lost,
And
at the same ..
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He
loves me.
He
loves me not.
…Have
I so soon forgot?
The
smiles, the kisses, the feeling.
Why
..
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She
breathed…
The
crisp mountain air in her lungs
Winter
in her aura
And
the pine tree tops over th..
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And
she prayed:
I
want to be beautiful.
But
not my face,
Not
my body,
Not
my hair,
Leave
out the u..
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The
shy Moon ascends into place.
Afraid
of the looming clouds, she hides.
And
the shy Moon covers her face.
..
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The
lights pass.
On
a road to…
Where
does one turn?
After
much pain and sorrow?
Towns
fly by.
..
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Piles
of book arrayed the floor.
Answers
not found…searching for.
Head
against the wall and hand on thou..
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