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Counting The Long Days, Tilling The Greens

All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers



Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

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I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

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Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

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Love A Cat

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Fragile Shell Of Morning

Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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I Have Changed My Mind (waiting un-patiently for Spring)


their skeleton arms embrace the sky
the quivering trees have lost their leaves
and I have shed my memories

the golden halcyon days are gone
the sun is out of town
and I wonder when the wind will be kind
it does nothing but remind me of
its hissing cruelty

I may be winter born
but I have changed my mind
I am no longer a Winter's Child
this child has gone underground
and waits un-patiently
for her Spring
instead.





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I woke up with this in my head:

legal copyright for this poem/work
by this author/writer Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
for this legal copyright site title:
straight from her "Tilt-a-World"

7:34 am PST/ November 18, 2016
time and date stamped.





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