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The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice...
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This song was written based on P.B. Shellys poem of the same name. The video had been in mind for many years and was unfortunaly not possible to do in person due to the huge budget it would...
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"Tunc praecurrit comis..." *
Years ago, St. Jerome--
Don't give me that look!
I'm NOT off the subject
and this is NOT a shaggy dog story
(though there IS a dog in it)
I'm trying to tell...
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Perhaps you don't want me
to know you're done.
Your thought's complete.
Perhaps you don't want me to note
an insert,
clause, or
series has begun, or
when a thing's possessed, or
strange,
...
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It doesn't have to be
a germ at wait.
Just anything
my body thinks is strange,
some substance
I inhaled or touched or ate
and instantly
my body starts to change.
My skin grows hot or cold....
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From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost
You're trudging on your track
from day to day
when suddenly
you see a trick of...
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Beside him, silent, stately,
on his right,
the old magician's
fair assistant stands alert,
yet selfless,
keeping out of sight
the trove of secret props
held in her hands.
Just so I'd...
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
Hush!
There's a bogie in my kitchen.
He's the joy that makes my life.
By...
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