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| | | | | Like recalling a dream my life's memories dissolve in the morning mist | |
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| | | | | Poets live on the outskirts of life all the better to observe from a distance happiness is not an advantage Every community needs four poets one for each of the four winds a leader - a dreamer a sister and one to ride the horses that never lie (Another poem from Sunday's Germination Workshop, written... | |
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| | | | | Too tired to sleep Stomach pacing 'round my spine Thoughts spin down black holes (for this week's Living Poetry Prompt) | |
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