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Huggy Bear Forest (Old Poem) Take a walk with us In Big Huggy
Huggy Bear Forest (Old Poem) Take a walk with us In Big Huggy Bear Forest Let us show you where Embraces are soft and cuddly And held so firm and snu...
Bug in the Road There is a bug in the road Followed but a fat
Bug in the Road There is a bug in the road Followed but a fat toad Along comes a big truck Seems their both out of luck There is a fish in the lake ...
(Another Old One) Lost For Words (again) Awkward
(Another Old One) Lost For Words (again) Awkward brutality Beseeches my compassion Tonsils circumcised As I swallow words spit A calculating t...
My Angels Stillness There have not been words made yet That can
My Angels Stillness There have not been words made yet That can express how I feel inside Yet I know, from the moment she closed her eyes She has �...
(Old Poem) A Descending Angel Born was an infant boy From within
(Old Poem) A Descending Angel Born was an infant boy From within a mother’s labor And a father’s pride He became an eager follower Of promises ...
Just A Whisper (Old Poem) As you savor rewards of a befitting
Just A Whisper (Old Poem) As you savor rewards of a befitting life Your character prospers, as does your wife Suddenly a whisper seems to brush you...
RAZOR Blade SMILES (chapter 3) NOTE: I know I have many mistakes
RAZOR Blade SMILES (chapter 3) NOTE: I know I have many mistakes and a lot needs revise so far, but going to keep going and bounce back occasionally ...
An Undying WInd Sounds of a crying wind Words begging to
An Undying WInd Sounds of a crying wind Words begging to end Echoes of an empty canyon Reaching from far beyond Shadows appear exhausted Memories as...
Because Of Thee… I Do…( Old Poem) My soul driving force Is
Because Of Thee… I Do…( Old Poem) My soul driving force Is thy state of animations ‘Pon a ceaseless course Beyond all my expectations In a wor...
Arms Holding On (Old Poem) There is fog in everything.. Amidst
Arms Holding On (Old Poem) There is fog in everything.. Amidst the arms of fallen angels That lost their wings amid.. The fire and breath of the sun...

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