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Spokes Spoken

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Too Clearly Now

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

WRAPPING IT UP RAP... July 9 2018



From The Point Of A Star

Plain Speakin'

Someone Send Out A Search Party

If I Were Your Island....

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

This Is It

Its Their Problem

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

the life and times of Medusa

Max on the max

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

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

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Someone Burned The Trees

Crowded Out

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Feel Fine(r)

Try To Have A Good Night

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

A Promise Is

Something More...

STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD (legal copyright Melissa A Howells 6/13/2018 10:01am PST time/date stamped)

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