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| What is it??? |
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stolen wounded trees
on a slow quest
the blow brought
the hidden shore
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-22 |
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| What is it??? |
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not gone
No
high like Eros
our sincerity needed more
Yes
hearts dream grants
life
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-22 |
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| Pushed from grace (for uncle Walt) |
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will you have this and more of this fill
and cry and sang and break as the spring ????
show the angels passion
forgive then yet a struggle to be
the hands write to a mirror
though the shore feeles so on spirited seas
feed grass strawberries roses like a river
could things over
plant here a tree
and eternity be !
like many years of a great fall
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-22 |
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| "Nobody wins a war." (my dad) |
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!
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-22 |
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| ...and on and on. There is no end... |
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and more and more like kisses coming
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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| What is it??? |
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and walks the sands forever
give en
and men will go past the tender couch
then go
is silver nothing
will a tree tell the truth
deity
truth
wealth
heat
going
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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| [sorry, Material Issue, not Suburbs] |
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most quickly
and broken
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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| What is it??? |
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greater fly
winter by
white that slows you
is the breeze to float you
find not our wall
thee beats so miles of earth
makeing your home
to leave
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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| "and more" (Know your Star Trek) |
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her kiss be
slow summer wine
a gentle rain
a queen with a heirem
a fooles champagne
sun planted hills
fruites insane
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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| Acceptionally mature (and a bit flustered) |
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still wine
writes not
so that you hear
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| Clumsyfool, 2010-06-20 |
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