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visions of sugarplums by the river bank

Mrs. Stine, Isn't It Time?

Come On Now

So Much Beauty

And Even Stars Die



Certain Succulent Pieces Of Time

Wiki-The-Tricky-Trap-Tapped-Us

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

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

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

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

un-Completion (I Prefer It)

Hope You Like It, Not

A Tesseract OrTwo

Woman Of A Certain Age

Deportation

Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows

Lost Before You Began

And You May Be The Reaper

Confetti Universe

Limitless

What If

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

Covering Up Vs Uncovering

What'll I Do, Without You

So You Do

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

whern night becomes day

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

A Man Called Tsuris

Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose

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Wise Children



I have known you for so long
I don't even think of you
as a certain age

We have become ageless
you and I
through our years shared
together
we do not even make up one small child

This is what it is like
when you are free to know one another

You are not confined to the trap
of an age
You become free
to be the age you are in the moment

We are wise children
are we not?


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for this Site Title by Melissa A.Howells/Meloo
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Copyright November 5, 2016 written 9:27 am

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