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Heart singing,

I race through warm sand;

then fling myself to the breeze!

I take the leap from land to water,

riding roller coaster crests.

Soon my skin will wear...

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She sat in her little cottage
Her ears tuned
Her body alive
Waiting…
Waiting for that knock on the door
Anytime now
She pulled back the frilly curtains
And peered out at...

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I climbed the high mountain,
breathed in the harsh high air,
really relished the beauty
of the valley...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing...

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Huddled over that old black radio
waiting for the final announcement
School canceled tomorrow!
Bedtime? We actually have to SLEEP?

Where am I? Is that light coming from...
No-No! Don't...

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I enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood. This was marred only at the age of ten by my circumcision, a cruel and primitive custom among my...

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How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural...

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Although some things might make me want to fight,
at times I have the instinct to take flight.
I noticed this at first when I was ten.
It...

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Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Nite
I wish we can all die from old age
Life is a book death is the last page
Brave, be...

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Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love...

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She's Wet VII Continued

When she gives a cough or a sneeze 
Some wee trickles down past her knees 
Her knickers are damp 
She smells like...

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I refused to be ignored, helpless, and labeled as another bad seed
I refuse to fall in the trap that these so called "statistics" has made...

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