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Earth Heart

Another new beginning. Rolling away another stone. But I feel my interest fading with the wind. The burgeoning,creaking heart of oak.

She shines

On a daily basis she gets shit by the shovelful. But she remains adorable When pissed on from on highable by morally reprehensible women who've got hairier balls than some men I know

Almost Fixed - poem 3 (Full circle)

You went back together easily. You startle me.

Full Circle - poem 1 (Full circle)

You black birds, Nestling on my branches Won't escape. To roll away the stone. Shackle the morning beauty.

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