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3 Haiku on my hands

On contemplating my hands.
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Rubbing Along

a short poem with no song titles in it.

Beatle Love

Apparently you can't copyright a title, I didn't know that...
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The View Across the Street

A passing observation

lizard

Keen-sensed and agile sun-worshiper of the rocky deserts, patient dweller of glittering sands whizzing across stone. For green in luscious shades
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My Sister The Cupid

The first meeting

Cold Old City Holes

The rich grow powerful on the poverty of others

Welcome Back Peter

Prince of Darkness? Don't make me laugh...
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Gone

If 'All writers are masochists' is a canard... why is it called 'Submission'?

Frances Jane: God's Happy Servant

They had a baby daughter but it died...

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