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THE DUSTY ROAD
PERIPHERY OF SILENCE
MOODY BLUES
TO MY MOTHER
FALLING INTO YOU
THE DANCE I SING
FROM EARTH'S BOWELS
THE LAP OF A VIRGIN
CHILD OF THE WIND
A TRIBUTE TO MY MENTOR
TEARS
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE SEA
CELESTIAL
LATTE
MASTER OF ALL SAGES
MAMA, I'M HERE
HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?
THE THINGS I SEE
PIECES OF TODAY
FINAL 101
WHERE SILENCE SPEAKS
SURGERY ANYONE?
FIXATED
A PHONE CALL TOO LATE
WHO ARE YOU
COULD SHE
STRAWBERRY WINE
ALOHA
'LE VIOLIN'
THE WHITTLER, SPOKE NOT
ANTEBELLUM
MASK
ON WINGS WE FLY
"CAN I COME HOME, MOM?"
EMERALD HILL
CAPTAIN WILL COME BACK
LIFE
UPON MEMORY RIDGE
SAID SHE
ELOI, ELOI LAMA SABACHTHANI
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
REALITY
MY WAY
THE BLIND MAN SAW
THE WORLD WITHOUT YOU
STAR BRIGHT
REFLECTIONS
NOSTALGIC-REALITY
THE RECESSION
APALACHICOLA
MY MOTHER-MY CHILD
HISTORY'S LOOP
HOLLY
LETTERS WITHOUT PROMISES
I MISS YOU DADDY
NIHILISM
HONEY COLORED YARN
IN THE POURING RAIN
MEMORIES OF SPRINKLED RICE
FORGIVEN
THE LOOKING GLASS
FOLDED GREEN PASTURES
SOMEWHERE ~ BEFORE TODAY
IN MEMORY OF MY DAD
HE WALKS UNEQUALED
THE GULF OIL SPILL
THE GATED DAYS
THE TEN CANNOTS
WILLOW'S HILL
I AM, MY FATHER'S SEED
MON PROTECTEUR
THE PEN IN REPOSE
CHOCOLAT A COLORE CHAUSSURES
WIND SONGS FROM YOU
SPRINKLE OF YELLOW
YOUR LAST MILE
THE LITTLE THING
MY BABIES AND ME
AMAZING GRACE
BARREN
CINDER BLACK MOUNTAIN
IN THE SHAPE OF INNOCENCE
KINDRED SPIRITS
A SAD REFRAIN
ONE WOMAN ` ONE MAN
MURMURING STARS
HE WOULD ALWAYS KNOW
HAS TIME SLIPPED AWAY
OH WHOA IS ME
MADE IN THE SHADE
EYE SCENES
OCTOBER'S CHILD
SHE GLEANS OF SUMMER'S FOLD
WINGS OF TIME
BENT AND A LITTLE BILINGUAL
FROM THE BLOOD ON THE CROSS
TOFFEE COLORED LEAVES
ONCE UPON A STAGE
CROSSROADS
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From the poem INVICTUS
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
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