Friend

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Playing Pretend

Playing Pretend

It's taking me over.
It's making me colder.
I never asked for this pain.
Let's go back...

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the trees dance with me

the trees dance with me

have I told you
the trees dance with me?
yes, it sounds funny
but it's true and...

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Maid Marion

Dedicated to Marion Price

Maid Marion

Fallen tis ethereal rose,
Enraptured by moon glows.
Comely blossom inhales,
Chasing...

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love and hatred

love and hatred

fertile soil is our heart
through our arteries feelings
grow and spread
to flourish...

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Lonely Poet

Lonely Poet

The lonely poet
accompanied
by only words
Formed from many
thoughts
with...

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Buster

My Dog

Buster

My dog, my angel
my hero and my savior
my one and only

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I donโ€™t think I know for...

I donโ€™t think I know for certain

I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve found my best friend In you I know for certain I have my best friend in you as your...

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Iโ€™m not

Iโ€™m not

Iโ€™m not putting up with you Iโ€™m simply being a good friend which is obviously something youโ€™ve clearly...

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A gift

A gift

You gift me love that feels so pure a love that I know nothing in this world can shatter because of itโ€™s...

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I just

I just

I just want to say
thank you for being my reason to look forward to the next day because you really...

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Goodbye

Goodbye

Almost in silence you appeared.
Pushing all else to one side and relentlessly
embedding...

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Find the person

Find the person

Find the person where silence isnโ€™t awkward instead itโ€™s a shared moments of good feelings In a comfortable...

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My Spotty Dog

My Spotty Dog

I called my dalmatian 'Reeves gambit,' chess thing,
there seemed to be spotty dogs anyone could...

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Enough was enough ๐Ÿฅฒ

Enough was enough ๐Ÿฅฒ

It is just a little lock of hair but I love it so very much

As I reminisce stroking your long,...

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Earnest

Dedicated to Earnest Martin Owens (1960-2021) who died on July...

Earnest

I became a customer when I went to a computer store that's called "Mouse's Pad".
When I learned that...

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My Tea and the Tillerman

Oh on a sunny day I went
To walk a distant hill
I saw the splendor in the grass
I saw...

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The fruits of my labour ๐Ÿ’•

The fruits of my labour ๐Ÿ’•

Weaving in and out, back and forth along this large loom

I sit slightly squinting, amidst a...