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When I am Gone/Blue Moon
When I am Gone, By Terry Scott Niebeling When I am gone think of my face with bright eyes and a contagious smile-think for a while. When I am gone know that I am still near the Mississippi River....
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A Life Between
The abstract is incomplete, The perfect is completely done— Neither former, nor latter; A life between is more fun.
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We all fall apart
beautifully, as an old house with crying floorboards in the night and a consistent leaky sink by day, our skin becomes bagged and heavy, sun-splotched, dripping, and as malleable as putty. The flaws...
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A Moment Mid-Commute
Slowing my advance the smell of fresh dew on bending grass, deeply rich, as pubic loin, naturally beaded, morning fruit, coming up into me. Passing chance is a pedestrian at another drink, to sup, to...
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Fixed Mesh
Barefooted feet sounded aloud the carpeted hallway, Where people passed in sunlight of a side window view; Forms drew on, each bearing a different meaning—each, New reason passed by, as all parts came...
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This is how it is…
when verbose people hiding behind screens say this is how it is, lightening and thunder beyond the windows speak more wisdom in meaning. when a gut reaction is examined as hard “fact” meaning, our...
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