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burning rubies
hearts and honeycombs
your lips
thoroughbred horses
medals at the track
your hands
a rush to nowhere
powdered gold
your hair
blue threads of color
weaving wings with dew
your eyes
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And I still remember, every time and place. The way we touched, and your sweet embrace. But the years have come, and now are gone. And still I wonder, what went wrong. You went your way, and I went mine. And all but memories, were left behind. But...
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Here by the moorway you returned,
And saw the borough lights ahead
That lit your face — all undiscerned
To be in a week the face of the dead,
And you told of the charm of that haloed view
That never again would beam on you.
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I am yours with each tender caress you offer,
Every bit of love I draw from you;
I am yours with each kiss you place, soft and quick as
A butterfly’s wings, at the fluttering base of my throat;
Yours with every sweet name you call...
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I have watched you as you slept
In the newest part of day
I have knelt beside your bed
Gently kissed you as you lay
I have watched you as you slept
And kept the dark at bay
And as you cried out in your sleep
I've brushed the...
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The day sits brooding
under a bare stone hill
summer parched
expectant for rain
time slows a pace
a breeze floats by
birds at their vespers
pray over fields
and patient woods
elsewhere
in the news-real-world...
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when wild vines
rake your hair with thorns
juice blackens lips
like a bruise
and plump ripe berries
sweeten your tongue.
You scramble downhill
with buckets of summer...
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You are my best friend.
No matter where the journey takes us,
No matter where our paths may end,
I will stand beside you because you are my best friend.
Sometimes you will lead,
Sometimes I will follow,
but all the time I will be...
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You can’t start an omelet with a pitch fork
Well, ya could but you ought to think
Did you wash it off with water?
Before you took a drink
And will you make certain
Before shoving it in your mouth
That you know...
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you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can...
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One pearly day in early May I walked upon the sand And saw, say half a mile away, a man with gun in hand. A dog was cowering to his will as slow he sought to creep Upon a dozen ducks so still they seemed to be asleep. When like a streak the dog...
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There is a place where I can go that has no pain or sorrow. The angels sing and laugh all day and know there's no tomorrow. I look and see the harps they play and hear their mellow tinkle. I reach my hand out - just to touch - and I can play a...
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When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog its day. When all...
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When I first saw your face, You've captured my heart. Seems like the whole world was gone, And us two would never part. Whenever I run into you, My heart would skip a beat. Your glowing brown eyes Could knock me off my feet. I've tried...
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You gave me the challenge
To dare myself to go further
To let myself experience now
As this may be the only chance
For the window of opportunity
Could suddenly come crashing down
On the fingertips of indecision
So just say yes
You...
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You Never Can Tell when you send a word Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go. It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend, Tipped with its poison or balm, To a stranger's...
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Your eyes Never leave me When we are together; They are like a Lingering caress, That begins At the top of my head And flows with the waves Of my hair. All the way Down, They trace the outline Of my every curve With the kind of Gentle brazenness...
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