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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 

summer’s ink.


Written by Andrea Dietrich 5/17/2015 For the "Give Me a Sign" Poetry contest of nette onclaud...

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Here's the doodle, way out West
mind's a noodle, not depressed,
searched the Pantry's, not to guess
where's the boot, hat, cowboy's vest!

Fair and Rodeo, next month soon,
all the young'uns needing room
their vacation, munching's boom
cupcakes, chips, the same old tune!

This might work, the cattle breaks
and roping tricks combine...

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Heh, say Hello
                          To all your favorites
             ...

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Freedom has been forced out, it is long gone
and on the back of kindness it rode.
Pride spreads the unpleasant atmosphere through its campaign
setting up annexes and covering more zip codes.

Even the joyful melody of happiness
are crippled and void of cheerful nodes
Sweeping off all goodness to...

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im just another version of
the centience in you
and if it comes to making love
my pattern you cant do
and i dont mean just physical
im talkin everything
but what i say is literal
you can not match my swing...

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The truth is never enticing
Like the cleavages of a fallen breast
You lay at the surface your lame lies
But I will dig truth from its daring depth

You murdered her son for little bread
But you claimed your gun was asleep
Your sleeping gun could aim the head
I wonder...

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{I want to make a bird house,
Guess I need these things from Hobby  Lobby and Michael's}

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Minimum 50 to maximum 100 popsicle sticks 

1  Hot glue gun 
with hot glue sticks

1 finger paint 

for a illusion seemingly complex design

1 bowl of string yarn

1 paper...

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Sew your mouth boy
If the words get out they’ll turn
Feed on you like the cows munch
With nothing better to do
With their lives

Darken your eyes boy
If the image makes itself known
They’ll see her photograph in your mind
And will burn it
No hesitation—
Just burn it,
Like the bodies of...

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I lay here with you and my mind wanders
through everything we have done, planned,
our future together.
I can't help but think
you were made just for me.
Something I have waited a lifetime for.
You feel so good against my skin.
I've found Heaven in our embrace.
Your curves mesh with...

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I walked
In Oregon street
Toward the 
Espresso Royal cafe shop
I always look around me
Nothing escapes 
From my sight
That is a healthy interaction 
With one environment 
And even nature
I realized no one
Gave me any look back
Except
This blond lady
She smiled to me
For two and half seconds
Then
She stepped three...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze
I am a sweet weed...

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All wore peanut butter pants
where the world spread jam
As the tailor tried to fit you
in a bread you'd call his clam

And you paid for more than sticky
when a sandwich would expand
And your filling was for others
that your taste was in their hand

And you never knew...

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There once was a man with a head
Like a pumpkin it was, and called Fred
How they laughed in the Spring
At the pumpkin head thing
Oh the sting of rejection, he said

In summer the sun burned a hole
Through his head like a rat or a mole
And no-one...

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May I suggest trying a strong cup of tea
When I am distraught, my go-to remedy
A soothing tincture for the addled brain
After a cup or two, I really can’t complain.
I shall take the English at their word
A spot of tea, especially in the afternoon,
Can shed new...

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mistletoe season ~
	time to pucker up and kiss
		the dung on a stick...

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