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Borrah Campbell Iii Poem
Behold the stranger lost at sea,
the winds blow fierce and swift.
Amidst the waves a maiden sweet
her glance, a glorious gift.
"She must be mine," he thought aloud
maid's charm she seemed to kindle.
Unique her culture, her love abundant
Alyssa my peach so gentle.
Cold winds chill a poor man's heart,
A smile may thaw him out.
Oh yes she is blessed with a friendly visage
he simply can't live without.
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2015
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Borrah Campbell Iii Poem
...Taurus sat across from Sagittarius as she opened her gift. We watched in awe of this... With a smile & a laugh she had slain our hearts, but Taurus was a goner. The other Zodiacs knew that we would never see Taurus again... T'was now his destiny to remain with Sagittarius... for all eternity. It could be said that none of us ever truly left. A tiny bit of us ?? would always be with them.
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2018
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Borrah Campbell Iii Poem
The Zodiacs delivered a gift to Virgo... A puppy. She fed him every day and forged a close bond. One day when Virgo returned from a journey she found that Amos had not touched his food. Having fed him everyday; Amos would consume nothing if Virgo wasn't there... Affably the Zodiacs told her "You must never leave him again for surely he would starve to death!" The feelings were mutual... "My dearest Amos, your love to me is like the sun! You must never go away for surely I would wither and perish!"
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2018
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Borrah Campbell Iii Poem
Good morning Autumn
We are alike you & I... Our foliage falls away, and reveals our true reality.
For you it is the foliage on your tree.
For me it is the foliage in my heart...
When the hiding leaves fall away revealing a man for what he is, is he naught more than a learned beast? Could he be something more... A noble beast? The enlightened kind?
Dearest humanity...
In your fleshy body did you forget?
Have you forgotten that you... are the light?
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2018
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Borrah Campbell Iii Poem
"I am mostly air inside," said the girl... "And I'm not very firm." Who could ever love a marshmello woman? ... He smiled at her. "Softness is part of what makes you special. There's a sweetness there it's true. No one minds the air inside. We're made of strange stuff too.
Her touch is like a gentle current. Carried off to rest. The smile that wavers back and forth... is secretly the best!
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2018
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