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A SPANISH DREAM

Azure tiles scintillating Like iridescent dreams A river meandering Voluptuous: A matriarch Spaniard On the menu Jamon Jamon And paella. A Spanish...
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Pah

They sat on a cushion. The cushion was small and round and a pale orange hue. It was perched on top of a mountain, which was surrounded by a plane of...

The Grackles!

A moderately disgusting pilot episode.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Tumbling bumble bees Big fat Wuzzy buzzy busy bumble bees Fuzzy bumble bees With harried pollen knees Being careless, in air of carry of Rich brown...
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Changing history

Proposed rewrite of part 17 and closing scene of "Boatman's Tale"
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Remnants

It was pennies in a jar, odd nails and pieces of copper wires strew inside a tool box. The comical drawing with the block lettered caption that he’d...
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Theseus and Helen of Troy

Theseus and Helen of Troy Syoinkismis said Theseus All his folks Gathered around! United were his folks: Attica under Athens, Ogres and monsters...

The Italian Job

The Italian Job! “Hello, I’m your new tutor. My name is Mario and I’m looking forward to getting to know you all this term. Firstly, I’d like to know...
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Annunciation Revisited

Unfamiliar and unsung, incredible arrives on humming wing Announced with a slow beat, "With God, nothing is impossible ” Substance from a lonely...

Discovering Craig y Cilau*

… feel a beautiful cool updraft as from a deep-freeze. …
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Go Now

(You are allowed to cheat the driver)

Take It Easy - Message from a Sitting President (with vocals)

https://soundcloud.com/hudsonmoon/take-it-easy-ii Take it easy Get a grip upon yourself Take it easy Put your rage up on a shelf Better quit...
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Trees

I've always liked those trees Who tower over London homes Reclaiming their space in the sky Throwing shade over brick A dark blanket protecting us...
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Silence is Night

draws you in once was twilight now only the black and no longer bright just peaceful grace once was love with sidewalk space and now the memory of...

Structures

There is a sky scraper inside me…. forty stories high… filled with a thousand people who are all terrified.. That their desk job is eating their life...
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Mad Poetry - Poem Three

I feared to face the day But survived what was in there Now it seems to be child's play To be vulnerable and bare Moments that raced my heart...

Mad Poetry - Poem Two

Write... it says: 'Write what?” I ask myself. No one knows what's there at the end It's all in their head that they make up Theories of confusion...

He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother” Americans seem to be hurling verbal insults at each other daily, decrying how venomous the “other side” is acting...

Purple

Purple I smell no Jasmines, Daisies or Geraniums this Summer Nor my soul desires the nectar of an ancient amphora Crimson riddles my skin My mind is...

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