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I WILL RETURN
When My Blues Are Gone
The Factory of Resentments
They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)
Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?
Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro
Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home
I Long For Stars
Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years
Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall
Think On This--IF YOU WOULD
You Got Your Lilly Back
I Write This To Remember
Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)
And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)
The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)
the earth is our mother
All Beings Considered
All Of Who I Was
Where The Dead Don't Mind...
Your Next New Dying Black Swan
If This Is Any Art For Which You Care
Peace Where There Is No Opportunity
What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?
Someone Send Out A Search Party
I Wish God Had Better Magic
What's With The Lead Overshoes?
How Does It, How Do You Matter
THE POCKET DOOR
Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night
This Is It
The Inner String
Max on the max
For Another Mean New Sun.
Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)
wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)
All The Changing....
two out of three people
A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)
The Little Bird Said
Funny, Not Funny
All You Have To Do Is Breathe....
A Dog Should Have His Tail...
Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019
Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)
Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month
Only The Choice To Be
When People Go
The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)
Wake Wake Wake
It Is In The Rain
Dream Goblins Of The Night
Wake And Remember
Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business
In March (Finally, Spring 2016)
All For Algernon
Weak In The Knees
The Finisher's Song
Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose
Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star
So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)
Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down
If I Could Be The Sky...
It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)
With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In
Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)
All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)
How I Think That About Every One...
Old Hunters Of The Fall
All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)
Call This Our Autumn
All Too Clearly Now
It Comes At Night
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Name: Rob adams
Message: In response to your questions did my mum sing to me. Yes she did,and yes she did like the spring time.It was her favourite time of the year. The Indians had the right idea when it came to the spirit world. Something to believe in.
Date Received: 2019-09-05 22:09:10