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Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?
Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro
Accountants
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
Open Lines
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)
Dragons
the earth is our mother
All Beings Considered
This Snake
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
Canis Latrans
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
The Hoping
Cuba Libre
This Is It
The Inner String
Max on the max
For Another Mean New Sun.
Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)
Night Train
Nameless
wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)
All The Changing....
HOME
Lonesome Love
two out of three people
A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)
The Little Bird Said
cat speech
Funny, Not Funny
All You Have To Do Is Breathe....
Different
A Dog Should Have His Tail...
Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019
Checking Out
Devious
Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)
Last Night
Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month
Words
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)
Yes, You--There
With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In
Unknowing
Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)
All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)
How I Think That About Every One...
In Layers
Old Hunters Of The Fall
Silent Endings
All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)
Call This Our Autumn
Small Sentry
All Too Clearly Now
Evidence
Afterwards...
It Comes At Night
The Hot Seasons
Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen
You Are (I'm Here With You)
Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something
Make (of) Me A Snow Angel
Oh What A Fall
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Name: Rob adams
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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
