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Max's Break-up Part One: Switchblades and Infidelity
He sat alone in the café. His gaze mindlessly wandered across the establishment. Busy workers quickly making all manner of caffeinated drinks for...
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Inquisitive Messenger
As brackish tears begin to flow Through tracks upon my angry skin Horizon bound through greyest skies Final dandelion seed drifts within I stare...
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The Dam
I lived well among childhood's charming things and temptations until about the age of 13 Then some people began to build a dam in our village. From...
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Notes from a Dirt Engineer - The Pit
Strange, still weather today. I feel no breath of wind on my skin as I struggle to remove horrid little bedding plants from their plugs; the roots...
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[end of spring]
end of spring -- much too late for hot cinnamon wine
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Beach bums
Beach bums I want to live like a beach bum. We could go tomorrow, get a camper van. Drive off to the coast, doesn't matter where. I will braid my...
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Cover Your Eyes
A misogynistic advice.
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Animatoys – Amazing, entirely new kind of toy; the merging of animation and toy
What if you had a toy car with animated (cartoon) passengers; in other words, the windscreen of the car would be a screen; possibly an LCD screen and...
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Corporal Larnach’s Report 01 February 1833
He raised a white flag and asked to speak with me. I allowed him to approach the house, met him outside. During the meeting he claimed the tribe were...
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Summer, so wonderful (Happy seasonal song)
1. Hear those happy honeybees hum a summer melody; little birds in all the trees singing a summer song. 2. And there’s music in my heart the moment...
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A Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly)
All's well that ends well.
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Growing wings
...the whispering of genes...
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Cow Hey - 12 The Birthday
With all the worry and excitement of the blizzard (as we are now calling it) I had almost forgotten about the letter we had sent to Prestwich. No...
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Here is your thread
don't think this is quite fitting together...please excuse the dire sub-poetry-stuff/bits :-/
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Your Love
Your Love By Paul McCann https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbmg9egpLcU . Just like a flower that never grew , that’s what I’d be like here without you...
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Life Gets Busy Sometimes
Life Gets Busy Some Time’s By Paul McCann https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0UH2o7JWKw Sometimes we get so busy that the time we share is swallowed by...
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Running To You
Running To You By Paul McCann Oh I miss you and I wish you were still here with me , all that that I do is think of you and I will wait for you then...
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Stump
In green solitude, nature's castle laid open; The end attached to all beginnings; The seed tracks back to zero, Through loam dominion dwindles, First...
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The Paths in the Woods
The lower path of the wood comes first. It has the most beautiful flowers. At the end of the path there is a sign post. One of the arrows is marked...
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