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Inky Black CrowBlack sketches in my minds eye. / Ink flows into rain, clouds, crows. / A pen my hand won’t hold, /
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May 23, 2010
The Song of Morning StarAn autumn moon shone overhead, / The shadowed trees filled with dread. / Out of darkness came a howl
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May 17, 2010
Spring In KansasSpring in Kansas. / It doesn’t come in softly. / It roars in with the wind and rain beating against
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May 13, 2010
The MagicianAlong an icy road she walked / Alone at night in the winter wind / Along an icy road she walked / Aw
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Mar 31, 2010
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