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We stand in the cold wet street
to the soft drum of our heart beat
Composing with are knives
cutting out all our lies


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The Knife Symphony
Charlie Monroe

As the fresh country air
collides with her bleached blonde hair
the streets climb the country side.

To the despair

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Long Lost Country Side.
Charlie Monroe

The birds were singing a tuneful melody, the clouds large and soft, floating majestically.
The day was bright and vivid, like a summer day that you once pictured, while young and far away.
A young man ponders the things in life that matter, family, friends, even love, no, especially the latter.
This young man knows, friends, being part of yourself, some friends an arm others just a finger, but all equally as valuable and as precious as each other.


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A summer day, in the afternoon
Ben Harrison

from the front porch
a slight rain
there is no where else to go
I know where the type-writer sits
with the cat

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carved in stone
Mat Gould

The birds were singing a tuneful melody, the clouds large and soft, floating majestically.
The day was bright and vivid, like a summer day that you once pictured, while young and far away.
A young man ponders the things in life that matter, family, friends, even love, no, especially the latter.
This young man knows, friends, being part of yourself, some friends an arm others just a finger, but all equally as valuable and as precious as each other.


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A summer day, in the afternoon
Tramp_Man

I tried to reason have

a colloquy in due time

My so called girlfriend came knocking when

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Played
Marie Gibb

Alone I wander
the night streets of NYC,
the farthest thing
from a sharp hipster
looking for an angry fix.

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a Night in NYC
Charles

...'instinct' is of all the kinds of intelligence
that have been discovered so far--the most intelligent.
--Nietzsche



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Double recessive
Charles

Huon Pine

A lock of enchantment, the huon pine
forest thrives, its golden wood now left
untouched by the forest's preengaged

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Huon Pine
Claire T. Feild

I see sprinklers spraying, kids bursting with anticipation,
flowers in bloom, and training in the south.

I hear children playing, beers being opened,
more annoying bugs, and fewer buses.

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What a good life
Jeremy Schweiss

The last time I saw her, I wasn't breathless,
I wasn't fighting to not let her go.
I couldn't not walk away.
I was lost.


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Lost
Jeremy Schweiss

A tiny sparkle
Light reflected from above
Now shine in brown eyes

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Haiku #1
Jeremy Schweiss

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