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it is good
and he's got imaginary games of cricket
being played in his head
he tells me the score
and what the pitch is like
in his head

in an...

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For the love of lust. For just of lust
Trust me love just of US! This purpose
Flows those GHOSTS  you thought
You knew? We know them...

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Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even...

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Bells of  Home
My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day.
It sits on my hallway table with the...

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                she giggles 
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Good Morning Eternity, Universe & Future
by Davieo, DVO, David Rothchild

Good morning eternity, lend me your strength,
To bring home the victories, bridge any length
In your boundless...

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Molly sat on the backyard porch 
Watching the kids play when Dolly 
Emerged from the doorway and 
Sat with her. "Hey sis how's it going...

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Damian  CJ and the guys boarded
The 9 o'clock concord  flight that night
They were on Trinidadian ground 
Within two hours. Then rented a
Limo, chauffer...

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The bedside alarm jerks me rudely
from the slumbering solitude of my bed 
And jolts me into a half-conscious state of confused mania,
As five o'clock shadows...

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You
 talking about our Father? 
Did I stutter
 You
Talking about Our Father!
 Sir,
 you
    talking about our father?
   What! madam...

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The black dog stood out in contrast to the snow drift Arlis found her half buried in.Emaciated she was a light load as he hoisted...

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No alone.

From my flat, I stood by the window facing the street
a man was walking into the local supermarket and
told his shadow to stay behind...

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The fly and a writer

I was thinking of flies (Diptera). Wikipedia was of no help
wanted to understand why they existed?
I remembered a yellow fly was...

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Flames

Love is full of moments, 
that are truly intense. 
They have passion, 
and fervor
to be kept, 
for later... 
when the fires dim, 
or even go...

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The foxglove Summer has tripped away
I am farmed out far from home
Alone, with strange tongues

Winter slips quietly into 
The far corner of my comfort
While the...

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