Poem
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So, I found a couple of old prose poems that a wrote more than twenty years ago and relaized how much I had changed and at the same time how much of me remains contstant. I’ve always been a romantic, mostly a hopeless romantic. A few months ago, I uncovered a few of my earlier…
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As the world turns to greet nightAnd families return to their homesWeary from the day and wary of the nightThe skies applaud the sun for a day of workPulling blanket of stars over her headShe goes to her well earned restAnd creatures of twilight appearThey want to dance and sing and revelFor they only exist…
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