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Deportation

A DOOR CLOSES

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Woman Of A Certain Age

Lost Before You Began



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)

Hot Sauce Packet Poem

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

why not ask the cat?

my words and how they're worth a lot to me

Not A Good-bye Day

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Heir Egoisto...

The Life of Tigger

Lucky Was Easy

This Home I Long For Yet Have Never Seen

I Feel Fine(r)

Where Did Mrs Smith and Her Little Pink House Go?..

God Created The Universe, Then Look Who Happened

Outside the Window, Frozen

The Tail (tale) She Had Long and Tall and High And Proud

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Enjoying My Newly Acquired Small Deserted Island, Thank You...


Dear Diary:

How shall I describe my new purchase
my newly acquired small deserted island,
it surely cannot be described in any small way
certainly, it requires lots of tasty sensual adjectives....

a black peppercorn breeze
sprinkles my spice islands
possesses the bluest bays
requires only happy simple days
all the sunsets ease across the horizon
grins grow wider here than melons
I feel a certain blissfulness by the seas
I relish the full on kisses of sunlight


and how the shimmering sands bake and warm the feet
what an endless alabaster beach this is...
so like an uneven hemline of paradise
and skirted by groves of swaying palm trees
which provide many quenching drinks of something succulently sweet
each morning begins my endless toast
to a joyful parade of marching summer daze
and bathing suits are worn or optional

this is certainly all a girl could ever want
my newly acquired deserted island
is the best thing
I ever bought myself...
Signed,
One of the Siren Sisters
(newly retired)

I am so done with dirty smelly men
lost at sea.



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Her Tilt-a-World
December 30, 2016 ten forty five pm
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