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Being What He IsWhen he is in a garden’s eye,The Earth is truly hisHe never seems to will or was,In being what he isFrom bloom to bloom,He is a ..
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I do not know about the birds, except that they are slightAnd slip the capture of my words whenever they alightThey are like tickles on a breeze, a cl..
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I do not know about the birds, except that they are slightAnd slip the capture of my words whenever they alightThey are like tickles on a breeze, a cl..
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Being
What He Is
When he is in a garden’s eye,
The Earth is truly his
He never seems to will or was,
In being what he is
..
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The Path Too Fair
The tenor bell is ringing
In the bistered hand of day,
And I am standing on the steps
Above the little cay, that sli..
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Danny Puts a Bow on ItShortly after submitting the statement above, Bobby spoke briefly with several new arrivals about some ideas he had for opening ..
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Thoughts About Heaven & JusticeBy Enrico “Danny Dolo” Dandolo)(With Redactions Made by the Devil)-P-Paris was ambivalent about the Bib..
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Danny
Puts a Bow on ItShortly after submitting the statement
above, Bobby spoke briefly with several new arrivals about some ideas he had
for openi..
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Thoughts About
Heaven & JusticeBy Enrico “Danny
Dolo” Dandolo)(With Redactions Made by the
Devil)-P-Paris was ambivalent
about the..
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A Scattering of BlossomsAnd they assemble in the likenessOf a sumptuous Easter basket �"And they are so vibrant in colorThat they giggle and si..
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