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writingpresence.com
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| | | | | The Muse squints at them: "If you had a choice between that stinking fish-basket and the lap of the Buddha, where would you lay your many heads?" For - lost, wounded children - you still have a choice, still have a path, still have a body-refuge in which to ease and breathe, settle and rest.... | |
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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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| | | | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | |
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aroused.blog
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| | | | | I am the sky the sea the sun and the surf I am the weeds the seeds the trees and the turf I am everywhere yet nowhere I am oblivious but I do care I am your thoughts and my consciousness I am the green fields and the sprawling metropolis I am all you can... | |
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cardinalguzman.wordpress.com
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