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THE SIMPLICITY AND FITNESS
THE BROOK
THE LIFE OF THINGS
THE GIRL AND HER BUNNY
THOUGHTS
CAT'S EYE GREEN
SLEEPLESS
YOU'VE BEEN MADE WHOLE
UNTIL GOD
THINGS FORGOTTEN
WELL, DO YA?
AMERICA -OH AMERICIA
MEDICALLY BLACK AND WHITE
I KEEP ON WALKING...
PEACE
STEP OUT OF THE BOAT
THE CHEMO OF LIFE
FOLDED GREEN PASTURES
GOD HAS GOT THIS
ALWAYS SEARCHING
SIMPLICITY
Nostalgic-Reality
PENSACOLA, FLORIDA
Soup Ladle Ruth
HERE IN CORN ROW
THE WHITTLER, SPOKE NOT
FALLING INTO YOU
Someplace Beyond Between
And So Think I
WINTER_SUMMER
From The Dust Of Man Repost
Gypsy Smile
Dine At Winter's Table
Toffee Colored Leaves
Thoughts From My Mind
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
The Droughtlets and Waterlings
I'll Always Be There
Along The Sandy Shores
WAITING
Parallèle oh mon âme
HE WOULD ALWAYS KNOW
ONE WOMAN ` ONE MAN
*HE WALKS UNEQUALED
IN THE POURING RAIN
Letters Without Promises
Shades Of Life
Miss Molly’s Shine
FROM EARTH'S BOWELS
Man's Final Stand
Pedal , Antoinette
Across The Coldest Night’s Sky
Winter's Grace
~~OH WHOA IS ME~~
Wind Songs From You
EMERALD HILL
STRAWBERRY WINE
MASTER OF ALL SAGES
Bleeding Prisms of Color
Mother's Day 2013
MURMURING STARS
Our Gated Days
The Looking Glass
HONEY COLORED YARN
REFLECTIONS
UPON MEMORY RIDGE
KINDRED SPIRITS
FORGIVEN
History's Loop
APALACHICOLA
THE RECESSION
STAR BRIGHT
THE WORLD WITHOUT YOU
MY WAY
ANTEBELLUM
FINAL 101
THE THINGS I SEE
LATTE
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE SEA
The Cabin
For-Get-Me-Not
THANKSGIVING
Autumn
Nothing, Ever Fits
Dipped in Autumn
MY BABIES and ME
Hobbit Dreams
In Memory of My Dad
SURGERY ANYONE?
'Le Violin'
ALOHA
COULD SHE
FIXATED
PIECES OF TODAY
WHERE SILENCE SPEAKS
CHILD OF THE WIND
THE LAP OF A VIRGIN
THE DANCE I SING
Bent and a little Bilingual
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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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