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Laughing Maid

TO BE AN ANGEL...

Some Women/Some Woman

The Knowledge...

Time Does Not Recognize Me



I'm A Slug

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

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

The Times Have Come Back Of Great Want And Lack, This Is The New Great Depression

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

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.

Boy Restored

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

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Please Don't Bring Me Flowers


don't bring me roses
in coffin white boxes
its true...

roses are red
dead violets are blue
you should've left them in the ground
like I told you to

please don't bring cut flowers
they perish long before their time
I prefer all living things to
have the chance to live
out their lives
as happily and fully
while they can

instead you could grow
and tend a planted garden
and furnish it with love
and care
or you could find a neglected one
and make a home
and vow to help to mend
the broken-ness that's there

leave the flowers in the ground
then
leave the flowers as you found
them


February 14, 2017 6:09PM PST
legal copyright for this wise ditty and also for
this silly writer Melissa A. Howells and also for
this legally copyrighted site title:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World





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