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whip-poor-will sings
at daybreak....
tires burning scent     

someone keeps setting wood fires and putting car tires on them. I have called the forest...

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Why do they say

you can't take money with you when you go?
So what do you do if you go out shopping?

The grass is 'always greener...

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In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong, 
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs, 
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save, 
To seek...

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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid...

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*Image of Paradox of a Mindfoolness.


Irreconcilable Paradox

The midnight sun casts about clear shadows amidst a
     twilight noon, 'tis yesterday.
The windy gale...

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Each year in the Christmas joy 
I long for my missing toy 
The man who had my heart and soul 
No longer lives inside my...

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I whisper to you on the morning breeze
Whistling, laughing and praising
Sharing my grace through the zephyr twists
A lasting murmur of light and love

I giggle with...

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Raising up an old book                    ...

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Let’s have a little game and see how you do.
Guess my riddle with each hidden clue.
I walk on all fours but fly through the air.
I’m...

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Ambition thinks it has plenty of time.
Effects proving a rapturous countdown.
With a certain kind of secret weapon.
Nations avoided the truth they found.

Where hopes and dreams...

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JACK OF ALL CARDS??

Factotum polymath of a soul,
here's the one that has it all
yet a comprehensive sciolist still stand tall.

Jack of clubs??:
Lack two-thirds
but still ride...

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Big Ohio summer rain
Mother Nature's drench
all Earth quenched...

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Howami? hmm... good question,
but for some unknown reason
more tired than usual...,
without daily twenty four hours
proper rest, I feel haggard.

I strongly suspect (a hunch acquired
upon returning...

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Who are the less fortunate?
What are their names?
Are they the crippled,
the blind, the lame?

Is a man in a wheelchair
lesser than I?
His heart may hold treasures
that...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours...

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