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The Cinnamon Peeler
If I were a cinnamon peeler ( Read more... ) -
The Spaghetti Nut
Eddie the spaghetti nut ( Read more... ) -
No More Clichés
Beautiful face ( Read more... ) -
Traveling
If you travel alone, hitchhiking ( Read more... ) -
A Color of the Sky
Windy today and I feel less than brilliant ( Read more... ) -
Onset
Watching that frenzy of insects above the bush of white flowers ( Read more... ) -
The Vastest Things Are Those We May Not Learn
The vastest things are those we may not learn.
We are not taught to die, nor to be born,
Nor how to burn
With love.
How pitiful is our enforced return
To those small things we are the masters of.
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Evening
Slowly the evening changes into the clothes ( Read more... ) -
A Dog Has Died
My dog has died ( Read more... ) -
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna ( Read more... )