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the silver birch it likes to hide so as you search at eventide you find it there with many friends playing poker through the night the common oak a wise old man an aging folk since time began grandfathers of the forest they speak myth and folklore when they can the sycamore with helicopter seeds sets out its store among the weeds then grows to be big and...

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Little Larry came in using a wet puppy as an umbrella He’s starving, he loves me, he is such a good fella Where did you find him? He smells like wet dog Behind Brewster’s woodshed, next to their hog He is hungry, maybe starving, he needs a new home. His mother said he also needs a bath and a comb. We...

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Lulu wanted this, that, those, these and the other. Thought she deserved them, she dated a rich mother. He liked tattoos, pretty soon her legs were tatted up. So many tats, it rivaled the hair on her cat and pup. Red tats, blue tats, yellow tats, purple tats, black tats too. We asked her not to tell Grandma as she...

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They came for the ones who floated in on streamers. I did not care, they weren’t relatives or anything. Then the soldiers came for the polka dotted ashtinglers. I was never fond of them, so I ignored their screams. When they came to take away the marshmonitors, I almost stepped in. But they had guns and bayonets, and they were...

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I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. ~ Anne Lamott In the still of a quiet morning, as the dew buries the thoughtless sounds of night, coughing out stories, reflections, music gently whispering over the mountains misty rhythms of memories,...

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How can you get to what's in your future if you keep reliving the past?No matter what you've been through, remember the sun will shine again, the storm never last. Your destiny isn't canceled because of the mistakes you've made, show yourself some compassion and grace. Don't compare yourself to others, stay in your own...

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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Secrets, they linger inside of you like a burning ball of fire that you want to unleash into the world. Secrets, they sit as words hiding in your journal that only you read and hide from all those around you secrets, they feel like weights that pull you down to the ground and those secrets sometimes all...

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I am not the figure in the glass, Stiff and hollow, a shell of the past. When its reflection catches my eye, Hatred blooms, and I ask why. Fear ignites, a flame in my chest, My hand trembles, unable to rest. When red spills from my skin, I lift my head, yet cannot win. Pieces of me are always gone, The mirror mocks what...

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No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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~ The path of life is an inspiration - focus on the possibilities ~ ...

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KEEP THE TOXIC AWAY SWEEPING UP MY HEART, PUTTING THE TOXIC AWAY. LIVING IN ECSTASY, KEEPING MY BODY SWAY. SING MELONCHOLY STRAIN, REMIND ME OF ALL PAINS MEMORIES OF PAST MAY COME AND GO, BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN FLOW. NOW CESTEN MOTIONLESS STILL, AND MOUNTED UP THE HILL. MUSIC IN MY HEART AND I DANCE, KNOW THAT IT WAS NOT BY CHANCE. ...

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KEEP FIVE ALIVE It’s a five pointed star Not the simplest by far As thoughts are left ajar But for naught except Blahblah Just that one last hurrah They call it a pentagram Sceptical is what I am With all that flim flam Rejecting the glitz and glam You’re not a witch ma’am Anxiety I try to quell Nothing ever seems to gel Please don’t cast a...

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I met you many years ago – in a church where we were learning to be more than kids, more than just our parent’s mistakes, more than little girls – but women who would one day, pray… for husbands who would love us deeply, giving men who believe in Him, honest souls who are gentle yet masculine, vibrant men who provide and protect, blessed...

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