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Snow Is A Softening Of The Rain

In The Winter Park

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

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The Knowledge...



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Laughing Maid

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I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

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And Even Stars Die

I Am Time

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So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

All Beings Considered

Storms

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

Max on the max

why We celebrate the losers

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

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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

I Feel Fine(r)

And With Words I Let Them Go

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

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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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