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Winter has gone
at last into retreat
and spring is here;
The sky is blue
with little cloud now,
has given the Pacific flow
into Whangaparaoa Bay
its colour too;
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What primal pulse propels
the starry dust to fill
the seeming void?
Throughout the vast expanding universe
that vibrant gust elates,
enthralls all
in its bursting blast.
What constant...
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A nomination for what the people think, this was based on voting on the GT forums, I know this makes no sense since were half way through 08 but I uploaded this to other websites such as GT...
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The Black Key (music by Moëvöt, a French dark ambient collaboration of unknown origin.)
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This is my 'treatment' (NOT an exact translation!) of the poem 'Becher am boden' from the volume 'Algabal' by the German poet Stefan George (1868-1933). The accompanying picture is 'The Roses...
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Blissfully, I embrace you my prodigious husband; my sublime love for your soul infused into mine intoxicates me, yielding me into total delectation. Our hearts pound en massed and our breath...
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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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Licken Chittle and the Skalling Fyi
by Al Gore and MrDaMan
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Is it the crush...
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