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It's a sight to behold Never does it get old Sweet memories to behold Sights, sounds and smells that do not get old Like a gem onto them I hold...

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When we first met Sparks flew from heart to heart. Mesmerized, Your mojo Working overtime ...

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Did you ever work on a building site, And push and pull with all of your might. Then walk in mud up to your knee, And whistle at every girl you see. Did ever carry a hod on your shoulder, Then trip over a blooming great boulder. Watched a crane move a ton in one lift, Then look over at the great...

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Think I'll design an anti-depression website Where people can visit when they're down When their lives aren't zinging along at top speed And they're continually wearing a frown Most likely could have used it myself at times But my Cathie sure helped me get through As well as all you wonderful people out there What would I do without you guys too You...

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blue jays and woodpeckers frequent the feeders today in turn with smaller species that visit all day all the time my camera tripod stands on a window sill with a camera always ready for adventure such as this mornings event of changing a greeting-card camera-camoflauge picture on the window to one of birds on a snowy winter tree branch four small birds including one woodpecker flew at the...

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You can refer whatever I am writing to whoever want to. .once within reason prices became out of site money disappeared only stupid people will have many stupid thoughts being stupid things the vilest person that has ever existed became a moron had been condemning while constantly complaining always criticizing is hostile and mean a marjorie taylor green create quite a scene wretched human being stories with lies is singing much trouble bringing became worse...

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This site is highly promising indeed As poems of many poets, I can read This great site, I always kindly need This must ever exist, for which I plead A site where many poets finely write Will give delight protecting poet's right She will enlighten mind via wise idea-light She will pave a way for gaining foresight Many sites just like that easily...

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to hear a full-awe...so far... means some 'i' saw dust... rise everywhere...and now... that full-loss-offer...on the poe... at the tree 'ease-site'...sounded as... ed grrrd...'all in'...to poetry store-ease' stans sand dust...

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SITE UNSEEN Starting something viewed yet to blind to see It is camouflaged brightly shining lights Solar eclipse goodnight daylight Hello darkness 4/6/2022 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022...

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There is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, or just here, and you hear a click. It may even squeak. A mouse does so, so much. Such a sight on this site. Sometimes it’s light or often a fright. But such a sight on this site. Oh, such a site! (February 2022)...

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I was trying to get in To this wonderful site, I had to validate, I must get it right. So I entered my password 3 digit code I could see, Validate I did They recognised me. Now that I'm in What should I do? There's thousands of poems That I could read through. I could post a new poem For a contest to enter, Or ask for advice From a...

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I do not drive a fancy car Or chew on a Cuban cigar I do not wear a silk cravat Or attend the fancy balls I do not own a designer cat Or have the funds to gamble I do not smell of Givenchy Or even live in the 'burbs I am nothing so hoidy-toidy As gentlemen up the street But I can tell you...

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It is Good Friday, fourteen years ago. I decide to go to the bottom of our hill and clean up the trash. some marvelous person dumped three months earlier. Wild animals have dragged the stuff around; it is a real mess now. I get it all cleaned up, it takes me eight hours. The next day somebody has tossed out...

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