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I believe in the world and its bigness and splendor: That most of the hearts beating round us are tender; That days are but footsteps and years are but miles That lead us to beauty and singing and smiles: That roses that blossom and toilers that...
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I soar with the rhythm of language at play, let syllables ripple and fantasies sway; embracing the lilt of a medley untaught, adjusting the tilt of derivative thought. As I breathe in the scent of a blossoming word, the release of its petals I...
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It seems to me I'd like to go Where bells don't ring, nor whistles blow, Nor clocks don't strike, nor gongs sound, And I'd have stillness all around. Not real stillness, but just the trees, Low whispering, or the hum of bees, Or brooks faint...
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Living ash burns upon this earth A gift of pain from hand unseen, Tears of blood upon a child's face Wash over shattered dreams. Crimson days with constant glare To burn our mark within this rust, If only we could turn around To see the footsteps...
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Never love a simple lad, Guard against a wise, Shun a timid youth and sad, Hide from haunted eyes. Never hold your heart in pain For an evil-doer; Never flip it down the lane To a gifted wooer. Never love a loving son, Nor a sheep astray; Gather up...
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of...
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Passing the Cobb & Co. express, Stopped at station for horses to rest, A mysterious dark figure rides down the track, Adorning twin Colts, silver handles swung back. Slowly advancing on this place of renown, Known only for the fastest guns...
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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -...
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To face love head - on afraid With my heart someone once played Hesitant I am made A sort of traffic accident of the heart won't fade My heart was cut with a blade Vagueness of the word foiled For another man I am spoiled Vulnerability toiled My...
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We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks, An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or sea, They warm to a home allusion; That under the skin an' under the hide There's a spark that starts a-glowin'...
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some savants make earth...
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You look around only to see, things not of good cheer. You only have what you see, And half of what you hear. You know things are on the move, But not sure in which gear. You know you have to take a trip, But not sure where to steer You seek...
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