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From a go-between, a plea Precisely issued to me That I might employ some twee To which I humbly agree Of late, I easily see Indeed, that it is the key To circumference land and sea Feeling wistful – wondrous glee!
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Two Signature Restaurant Diurnal Bill of Fare 0600 – Chinet Ambrosia: laid to rest on pressed polyethylene plate molds. 1200 – Kraft Delight: interred in tanned paper sacks derived from chemically treated wood pulp. 1800 – Dixie Feast: at peace on extruded polystyrene foam boards. An exclusive dining experience inspired by local cuisine, tailored for…
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Souls grinding in cowardice Cursed spirits devour us Bairns oppress and queens that rule Demon’s caress, so cruel Craven angels vexing saints, Eyes are dim, heart fairly faints Frazzled brush, evilness taints Classical notions, the Accuser paints Soul-provoking, dead-set path Always remember to “Give place to wrath.”
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Classic fraud, nay such am I Not once to laud, rather cry Emptiness cast down inside Where to run, or even hide? Turn to Thee, hereafter sent Oh hear my plea ~ grave torment
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I can fly, luminous wings Need not feathers – beastly things! Mind’s eye, a prince of the air Positive climb, in the flare Knowing smile, trusted suit Overall, a frequent brute
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ATC, yeah, you know me Ministering over the galaxy Your defenses tell me, not Unbound wisdom I have got Holding pattern, formal sanction for you All would cease if I withdrew Call on me, ever in charge Turgid ego set at large
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Everywhere one goes, “nowheres” living rough Grave financial woes, hollow privy stuff Private (box) cars fit the bill Public rumblings, hostile will Watering seeds of mechanical hate Stifling yields of human bait Playing to lose, sure to win Toying with blues is a secretive jinn
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Grip the vine and kiss the air Mean tree-line, a passive stare A timeless herb, yellow peel Most superb, ergo I squeal Don’t mind me ~ ah simple days Tree to tree and craze to craze
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A harsh smoldering ember Breathed by bleak winds mid loitering self-hate Strange fire riveting the soul ~ forgotten stands fate One scales the depths ~ marks my state
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Intrinsically, people are frigid, dulled, preferring to distance themselves. Hence, wide acceptance of slanted, oblique media through precious mediums as tell-a-vision, mobile phones, notebook computers. Remote communication is the vogue. Potential options for personal interaction are diminishing rapidly. The term ‘neighbor’ applies strictly in the sense of proximity. Stranger is an increasingly apt phrase as…
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