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Peeping Poet
With an empathic eye,
looking within or without.
A fairly wordy entity for some one
who doesn’t talk much.
There is a fire in the...
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Unappreciated Garbage
The eyes of depression track the cracks
in the sidewalk and the curve of the curb.
They miss the beauty of joy on the horizon and
the flit of the...
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A Tempest in a Crackpot
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
A poke full of broken dreams, of schemes,
of fame fortune and worldly significance.
In a bag of...
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Child of Time
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Of rainbows and monsters under the bed,
of flying monkeys, and of all the illusions of youth we shed.
The trials and tribulations, of...
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Rise Above the Natural
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
There is something in the clouds of thought born upon the
wings of angels. The weight of time that is the density...
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The King of Fools
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
His smiles are genuine and built upon a seasoned toughness
of hidden fears. His souls skin is hardened and weathered,
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laughing text by peter meijboom
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My friend Debbie and I have been taking evening walks after dinner for years. Always around dusk we walk over to the old community next to us purposely to pass the house on the corner. The old...
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by: Joanna "Morning Star" Randolph
The time had come for you to begin the journey of life, you came into this world not knowing of sorrow or strife. I watched, as you grew throughout the...
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