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Whenever Im with youWill you sit with me and talk a whileOutside underneath the shade of this oak.You will still be able to feel the suns warmthIm kin..
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I am the forgotten,like waste picked up on Wednesday's,I linger in green plastic surroundings,with gloved hands and automatic trucks,lifting its conte..
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O' lovely, sweeping breezeOf genuine delight,Of glory sunny summer's day,Of basking; cozy warmest lightOf thrill and mesmerizing swellOf morning dew a..
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If never I had the chance to watch the lightdancing as it does in its emerald castand to have been pulled inside...was to never before witness that wh..
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What does it mean…
You have a way with words?
I think myself a hack writer,
Toiling relentlessly to unlock or discover
Some pr..
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A golden blanket, like Jason’s fleece,
You give us warmth
Bending and twisting, closer and closer still,
Every blade of grass and ..
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Time Marches On There are moments when I've hesitated, times when I've stood still Experiences I've never allowed myself, Afraid of how the end would..
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My window is getting smaller, My time is running low,If i don't man up and call her,I guess I'll never knowBut if I never find it,The courage that it ..
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This story is about a Contractor with a dark side. He loves his wife and on the surface lives a normal life. When he goes on a killing spree, he doe..
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