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I Feel Fine(r)

Like A Snow-globe

Mrs. Stine, Isn't It Time?

So Much Beauty

Max on the max

Certain Succulent Pieces Of Time

What Is This Death? ( As I Grow Older And Nearer To It)

Great Big Waterproof World

un-Completion (I Prefer It)

Hope You Like It, Not

A Tesseract OrTwo

visions of sugarplums by the river bank

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows

Lost Before You Began

And You Might Be The Reaper

Come On Now

Confetti Universe


Who's Zoomin' Who?

What If

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

What'll I Do, Without You

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

whern night becomes day

This Cow Tale

Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose

How Each Death Changes The World

I Speak for Those Whose Voice Would Be Taken Out Of Social Circulation

Not A Good-bye Day (For Our Ghuey)

Lucky Was Easy

The City (in Memory of Minneapolis)

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Good Weather Gone

the scarlet leaves
no longer hang on the trees
the wind has knocked them down
they're gathered heaped upon the ground
skeleton trees now surround the balcony
the air is tinged with somber alchemy
and the skies once blue now
the sun has shied away
the clouds have entered into town
and claimed the horizon as their
permanent convention
if Hallowed-eve is some macabre invention
then Nature surely has set the darkened stage
the story line of good weather gone
now, mostly shadows crow across
the page

I woke with this in my head and rapidly wrote it down.
Perhaps incomplete, but this is all there shall be.

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Melissa A Howells Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Copyright October 31, 2016 7:17 am

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