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A festival of trees to raffle
You’ll get more then a tree of raddles

Companies open to donating
Giving them free...

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Beneath dotted stars with soft moonlight
As ally, lone cowboy’s pondering meanders
through  the  sand dunes and  night-salons
marked by his blazed  rides for
pistol...

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PAUL VALERY TRANSLATION: “SECRET ODE”

“Secret Ode” is a poem by the French poet Paul Valéry about collapsing after a vigorous dance, watching the sun set,...

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“Branded”

The world’s smithy’s fire burns hotly
their brand is being fashioned for you to wear,
surely they know all about your “kind” you inside and out
and by...

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Salons and beauticians carve beauty
Today beauty and makeup are considered as duty
What implies these beautiful faces?
Reality and honesty in some cases
Other hide ugliness and show...

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A pool table lined with blue felt
sports a lively, raucous game,
ivory cracks, the men drink,
shoot the bull while they play.

A humidor lined in fine wood
stocked...

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The old, the new barely meet on the street of Bardstown road, yet diversity so unique, from Cherokee to the rarity, stepping forth in time...

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Said the devil,
Don't worry with that God side
too many rules. 
Don't do this,
don't do that.
You can't eat this,
you can't eat that,
Steal and you go to...

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English saloons cut hair,

American salons cut O!...

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"Granny cut my hair", grandson said
"I'll just take you to town".
"No, don't spend that money", he said
"Ouch, that pulls" said with frown

Those ladies and men...

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upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow 
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow,...

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The Peace Process 
I don’t know where I`m going with this 
but there is peace in Colombia, the Marxist rebels lost
and their sexy women soldiers...

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I am confused by their behavior
Woman of African origin are a dilemma to me
I think they are enigmatic beings little known
Cheap but not cheap, confusing...

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Freudiana

Famous poet Barclay Cruse
curent toast of New York salons
wears tinted glasses and Italian shoes
and composes doggerel for subway johns.

Acclaimed a purist by his colleagues
hard-edge painter...

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I desire nothing more than a chance;
Under my silence lies a heap of words;
And my lips never hesitate to twitch at their scratch,
As the find...

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