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Storybook Quilt

Dreams are the wishes the heart makes.

How it begins

(really the end, though)

As One

Remembered lazy ache And Sunday smiles When the warmth of you Would quench my thirst And leave me breathless. As my dusk envelopes Your dawn

One death a name in the stone

Death is a man taking names Names are just words upon stone Breath is called life playing games Until life has been cut to the bone. Never knew I'd...

And then I am King

The night before - and the day after the night before

Sensed

Strange things happen at four in the morning

Mum

Love, lost

Emptiness

my feeling

Five minute poem about a cow

I'm a happy cow Chewing on grass all day. There's my friend the horsey Chomping on some hay "Good morning ducks" I comment, as I stroll past merrily...

Good Morning, Carolina

You never know where you might find an angel!

House of Bast Rising

cat gut, your tongue....&;#063;

Debate

poem&;#063;

Coffee Time

sitting alone

Off the wagon

Falling off the wagon, Dwight hit his head with a bump. His wagon was the last one in the train and no one noticed him missing. He just lay there...

Alone

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Eyes

Do my eyes seem empty&;#063;

Discussing the Afghan Imbroglio (1998)

Please note this was written in 1998, about mid-way through the Taleban regime.

M Spirals not circles

Tapping into sustainable energy flows.

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