Black is Beautiful, White is Beautiful, at the end of the day, Which one is beautiful?
The Presidential Center of Barack Obama symbolizes that Black is Beautiful while
Hollywood symbolizes White is Beautiful. Which one is beautiful at the end of the day?

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Poetry is a life-long odyssey...sort of like, getting on a wood-craft, sailing off toward the horizon, praying one is dealing with round notes and not flats. The poetic heart floats and sinks with every lyrical journey.

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I’m scared stiff of being old and wooden. In fact I’m petrified!

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"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -Crystol Woods :)

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He wooed with words and voice only...while she sensed the missing heart.

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"A house is made with wood, stone or bricks. A happy home is made with love."

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Trust the fall yet be sure that you will catch you. Glide along with the wind yet be sure that you will swoop down when you desire.

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Even in a small space you can mimic a magical flowering woodland with stepping stones and a variety of wildflowers.

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With nothing left to lose and all to gain, we sailed our wooden ships down tear filled streams.

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People in Hollywood, love em or hate em, gotta give them for being so good in acting, they've fooled even themselves.

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The imagination will take you for miles,
But these souls were just behind the wood.
The imagination is all just for the smiles.

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In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.
Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The end of every man’s the same
and every god’s as mad as a hatter.
I do not fear the letting go;
I only fear the clinging on
to hope when there’s no hope, although
I lift my face to the blazing sun
and feel the greater intensity
of the wilder inferno within me.

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I found among the elms
something like the sound of your voice,
something like the aftermath of love itself
after the lightning strikes,
when the startled wind shrieks...
a gored-out wound in wood,
love’s pale memento mori—
that livid white scar...
('Memento Mori' by Michael R. Burch)

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'Hurry Honey' Statement..." miss - miss - mam - 'MISS MADAM' woo, just your statement, not a manifesto, please -please"

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Despite what commentators say nobody is ever saved by the woodwork in football, hitting the post or bar means you missed the target.

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Train*
Laid far*
Upon tracks*
He tried backwoods*
Cork*

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The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed.

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there will always be a few bad apples!
"If you shake a rotting tree to remove the bad apples, you may knock down the whole tree!"
"It's hard to remove the apples with worms when the tree is infested with wood-eating bugs!"

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There are redwoods here. I come to endear. The forest leaves tear. When one tree disappear. Backwoods to the top tier. All with wee Shakespeare

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To me personally, to mention a beautifully complex Universe without the credit of a Creator is the equivalent to mentioning a beautiful wooden cottage found in the woods without the credit of a builder.

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Despite what commentators say nobody is ever saved by the woodwork in football, hitting the post or bar means you missed the target.

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Truth is a surgeon's scalpel, the brush that cards the wool, the balances of Justice's scales.

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I believe trees feel pain cause I heard one Fall in the woods just yesterday.

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What I find is that I know of a women from my past, I think, a member of the poetry community here infiltrating my poems with comments. It's funny. She writes under the guise of different accounts ... I call them wooden ducks... she says oh, oh, your poem is so good. Fake praise, I think. She throws me a 7. I laugh. We're cats and dogs.

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I think nations need to look from a place of co operation rather than confrontation if the children of the future are to inherit a better world.
Mike Wood

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"Good gravy on a goldfish!" Ruby Jeanette Woods

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I can't speak fore every won, nor wood I ever wish too. But I'm hear two testify: Auto-correct will knot harm yew.

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A block of wood is only of good value when it's dry and hard.

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i was born under jamun tree in deep lovely woods

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