Your footprints – you leave them on the sands of time. Your fingerprints – you leave them with the police. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Like fingers of heaven carving waterways, the currents of kinship bring salubrious life to the land.
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No two voices are ever exactly the same. They are the fingerprints of our words.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
ROBERT SHERRIFF: my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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The world can seem a hard enclosure...love bravely poking its tender heart out...sniffing the air~ before retreating.
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I wouldn’t have looked at her twice if she hadn’t smiled at me first. She wasn’t your typical pretty or the other Disney character who is completely a misfit and happy about it. But she had a quality I couldn’t place my finger on and I guess that’s all that made the difference.
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"Keep your finger on the pulse of reality." /// 9 June 2023
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Uncertainty overflows in discordant doubts, it inspires the notes of a strange melody that is created with rapid finger claps to seek its absent happiness.
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The sands of time wash in and out, the drag pulls the shoreline out from under our feet. And there we are in the swim of it all again...surfing, dumped, yet we get back up again, and again. Our choice. This freedom.
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snow touches with love the forest trees and fields and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep...
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Even though all fingers are not equal, They live together to form palm figure.
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Time --- Or it is just sneaking away from our fingers slit.
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Not every book has the musty bibliosmia. Not every book is worth treasuring. Not every book is worth leafing thru. Not every book embellishes the book room.
Dispose them off and close the doors. Write your book with complete grace.
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What does a zombie cheerleader eat?
**Spirit fingers**
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If you can count all your true friends,on the fingers of one hand,then you've truly been blessed.
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Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.
Old panty loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.
('Old Pantaloons' an Extended Chiasmus by Michael R. Burch)
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Child:Whats wrong Mama?
Mama:My heart hurts.....
Child:Its ok Mama, my finger hurts....
leanne d morgan
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It is very satifsfying to step back and read poetry from years gone by written by recognized masters of their chosen art. So much history at our fingertips; so little time.
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Though Jack Frost may bite fingers, nose and toes, his art compares to Michelangelo's.
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Being a goblin is better than being a princess. Princesses have responsibilities and people telling them what to do. Telling a goblin what to do might end with a missing finger. Be a goblin: collect bones and shiny rocks, devour your food, hiss at people from the shadows. Life is too short to let others keep you from having fun.
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a thousand thorns between the fingers of each soul
and the blood of strangers lingers on each branch
I am an earth of many fortitudes, all rain collects in me.
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Educated fingers of underworld are trying to get control over cyberworld.
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“Never slap the hand of fingers trying to help”
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Political Finger Pointing
Quote for August 19, 2020
From: Tom
Politicians always seem to place emphasis on detraction
which leaves scant time for weightier things.
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All you need In life is the ability to go again, people that ease your pain, and a middle finger to explain
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It is by stooping that our fingers give us fists and by standing tall that they give us open palms
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Regret is the little sister of death.
She comes and stays forever,
and runs her fingers through your hair,
until it drops to the floor.
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"Purple is swallowed regal royal and read, the Jade Green shallow ponds of wading tidal pools silently investigated, inquisitive slender fingers turn over smooth rocks and hard shells, eventually surprises - Asteroidea - in the oceans of a distant Turquoise harbour are found and kept; in the pages of dreams, saltwater mirrors fed and treasure boxes opened and plundered." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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"It is a fact that we all going to die. The most important thing is to leave permanent finger prints in someone's life "
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