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I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells,
Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone .
I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells
And dances, love notes, babies of her own.
But dare I wish...
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How dare you?
You thought,
no, you assumed
I would...
because you did
that I might too.
And if I don't?
Just because you flirt at bookstores,
wander the library stacks,
scan the trade at...
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I can't forgive myself
for feeling trapped.
Resentments grow.
This isn't what I planned.
My faith begins to fade.
I can't adapt.
I slither off
from where I used to stand.
My old convictions...
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A string of buttons
(but for what?),
a cord, a pen
(no point)
a jig-saw puzzle piece,
(impossible to chuck,
inane to hoard.
Toss when I die.
I'll not cease till I cease)
A bottle stopper,...
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I've sworn off holidays.
The treat's the trick.
Renewed resolve caves in
with each excuse.
From racing year to year,
I'm dizzy, sick.
Red hearts, green beer, brown eggs
try to seduce me
...
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When I hear your voice
It sounds so familiar
I'm comfortable
With the warmness and tenderness
You bring forth...
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that is the translation of the improvised ghanaian poetry text...
it is my belief that all the convient catagories for the myrid human expressions of it's encounters with forces greater...
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The Sun amidst the dream in the courtyard fine equisite cuisine diamond drops of magnitude splash of sparkling gold shimmering all the more leading to an opening a lit path in the forest where wind...
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I write some political pieces, but this is a rare one in that it rhymes.
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