Adventure

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2022 Polar Vortex - Across...

2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America

Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),...

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Dickens Christmas carol...

Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint

Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere
hammering and whipsawing debris
ferociously with an angry...

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Treasures Within

Treasures Within

Treasures Within

Truth be told,

The pain is real.

It holds a weight,...

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Gewill Overman

Gewill Overman

ÆFRE SWĀ DÆGES, ĪSERNUM-BORDHREÓÐUM
GRYRELÉOÐ OND HLÉOÞCWIDE SWĀ!
FÉÐEWÍGUM SĒ EFTCYME! SWĀ...

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Mother Goose would find her...

Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled

Hey diddle diddle
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see
a crooked man and woman,...

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Groundswell Of Emotional...

Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness

Ebullience exudes from mine every pore
courtesy festive mood in the air,
thus acknowledgment...

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Futurescape 2

Futurescape 2
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Nine lives removed from...

Nine lives removed from royal dignity

Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
...

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As a resident of...

As a resident of Schwenksville Boro for five plus years...

Intersection upon adventitious
encounter, when first seed of genocide planted
unsuspecting...

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I relished being hungry for...

I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast,...

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Behind the Trees

As a child we would play hide and seek
A fun game we thought until you were never found
See...

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Collisions between yours...

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,...

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Worry knot chokes out the...

I know from personal experience
the foolhardiness of
courting, flirting, honeymooning......

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Hill By The Harbour

Hill By The Harbour

The tourists had gone, now there was more room to move,
space at last, now the locals could return...