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small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment 
Squirrels played here and had no...

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The data breach came on quite suddenly 
I saw her standing there dark skinned ashy 
knees she was after my identity strangest 
feeling this crime...

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Copenhagen came into view 
over looking the industry findings 
of Heidelberg sinking shores 
I'd mustered enough nerve to escape
his fist his open hand again twisting...

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Jhon Lenox,
The messenger of the queen of science!.
Your exploding English,
Your tact to bring your rival
To dust
Has often made my heart
Forget a beat!!
I envy your students...

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Some days at sea are nothing but work.
Heave out and trice up. The smoking lamp’s lit.
All one can dream of are stable foundations,
Roots in the...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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I remember it well- the old Broadway
My city celebrated years ago;
So nicely paved and lined with special stores
And curtained windows, seen in rooms above.
Where we...

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day ends in a shanty town

When crossing the bridge to the shanty town
The day was almost over, blank and tired
and due to pollution, the light...

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Trayanna’s green eyes were enormous and unusual
Bigger than frog eyes, with a touch of gold in the center
Are they abnormal? Someone asked. No they are...

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One needs to believe in good ~ not evil, 
our life is short then we go far away. 
Many believe in the heaven above, 
many...

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There is a club known for untimely deaths
mostly, musicians in their early life;
at the same age of twenty-seven years-
expire with no forewarning of their loss.

Rock...

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I remember my phone ringing loudly
The sun had only just begun to peer across the horizon

There was a familiar voice on the other line,
“It’s grandpa...”

I...

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Poem Title: “SAD FACTS”
By: Amb. Woyea Writes
Date: April 19, 2022

Certainly, not wholly,
Life stretches its,
hands-of noble souls, 
noble hearts are transformed,
not for the best,
but the worst.

Dreams...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of...

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