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LIMIT YOUR DREAMS.A Poem by sherniListen to me. LIMIT. YOUR. DREAMS. You may think I'm crazy for saying this but hear me out. Okay, let me elaborate. Dream further than the eyes can se.. |
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To honour and dishonourA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereI think that you can honour the sacrifices of a common soldier without glorifying war. Geraldine Brooks |
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Let David Fox Rocks Your HouseA Story by Zahroh KusumawardhaniThere’s no good party without a good music and that’s why you need to find the right DJ for the party you are planning. There are many DJs.. |
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Current HomeA Poem by Grenouille RousseI don't hate this house.I just hate the way itreverberates every soundthrough the halls and doorsand how you can hearthe neighbor kids play basketball.. |
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Pour Me Another GlassA Poem by Angela HunterPour me another glassI've a lot to drown outLike reminders of good timesI cannot think aboutOr how my house has crumbledYet continues to fallHow, thou.. |
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My houseA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereIn a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing. Antonio Porchia |
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Where is Home?A Poem by Nami MachaeI don't know where I belong, but I'm happy where I am |
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BoyA Story by Elle DyerA short story about a young boy and an helpful woman and some interesting things that happen once they meet. |
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BlackbrushA Poem by Robert RonnowBlackbrush�" -- Coleogyne ramosissimathe dominant understory shrubin the pinyon-juniper canyons.Mountain-mahogany�" -- Cercoca.. |
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This World of DewA Poem by Robert RonnowI see a green tree. It is all I want.A dry rocky mountain and a hawksatisfy. To die spiritually inthe hot sun and the body go onclimbing. To take the .. |
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Cleaning Out Their HouseA Poem by Robert RonnowPocket knives, tape measures.An extensive collection of coins.Nails, screws, numerous sizes, and setsof nail clippers, files, polishes and brushes.Sho.. |
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Dad's BarkA Poem by Robert RonnowDad's bark is worse than his verse.When he hits it doesn't really hurt.The dirt outside the house is soil.The mouse inside the house is life.Can't esc.. |
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MeditationA Poem by Robert RonnowThere is no religion in meditationbut it's worth visiting with your mindin the morning. What will you find?Equally, think about the moose and nation.C.. |
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Peter has gotten a new jobA Poem by Robert RonnowPeter has gotten a new jobas a bookstore clerk from one to tendown by the riverin a sunny little house.I've come to visit and I'm thumbing througha bo.. |
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The SelfA Poem by Robert RonnowWhat kind of day was it. Cleanthe house. Notice the full moon.Read a sheaf of old poems.Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.Refuse to make of it morethan .. |
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