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- "Fat" ( a couple of six syllable lines)Uncondition...
- Buddha's soft cushionlets me celebrate with peaceo...
- I write my heart a letterI tell it to go home,that...
- The big brute snowplowsare not gentle in their way...
- The library clockpays no attentionto those sitting...
- Circa late 1940's, early 50'sDry potato moon,with ...
- LessonsA suspicious husband I knewstudied the mile...
- "Yo Maria" (rewrite)Coming home from a brilliant b...
- City of black snow--as if autos tossed rages--fore...
- Ashes on my brow,the wine neitherbitter or sweet,t...
- The worm can's full,the trout hungry,the meadow go...
- The blue skybefore dawnreveals onlythe color ofmy ...
- The muse didn't tell me tobeat on some old drum wi...
- My contribution th bumper sticker litChrist playin...
- Dry the cobweb, sun,and scurry the spider homefor ...
- On the far side of mountainslifes' frayed bathrobe...
- VisionEmpty rivers drysaw soldiers hearts floating...
- This February,the wind,still with a hump in its ba...
- This February,the wind,still with a hump in its ba...
- Meander river,I am no longer the foolasking you go...
- I thought my swim,thru the culverts and ditches,fi...
- ValentinesTell the little scarsthe roses still sme...
- Untie the rainbowslet me self-clean rainy daysfor ...
- Cease your prattle, goose.Peeling potatoesyou are ...
- Singles passing nights,the everchanging stars,so w...
- ValentineTho I fought the good fight,love is in th...
- MirrorsI went to slay the dragon--he bounced me ba...
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- Let the North star starelike a diamond on velvet--...
- Reaching For a 4 year oldThere once was a queen of...
- walk together nightsas if our love was a stoneskip...
- All my lumpy dreamsthumpity thump in the yardif I ...
- The flags are flappingas we listen to whispersfrom...
- Lighten up rainbow--with your pots of gold,you are...
- I chase steel gray dawn,as if it was a white swans...
- The helicopter,like a big, lonely turkey,drums alo...
- Gusty river winds,waves with ice cream soda froth-...
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