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Penny SerenadeDancing outside the saloon, / they toss pennies at his feet. / On his harmonica he plays,
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Feb 18, 2013
Relieved In InkSilent tears, relieved in ink, / on paper smooth and cool. / Heart and hand now work in synch,
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Feb 18, 2013
WeatheredAs a flag, left to the ravages of wind and sun, / so too my soul, stands tattered and ravaged. / My visage now a faded memory
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Jul 4, 2012
A Lifetime Ago, Just YesterdayIt was a lifetime ago...just yesterday, / when rain fell softly upon my face. / That spoke to me of younger years,
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Jul 4, 2012
Twilight EyesEyes the color of twilight hours, / looks down from a canvas throne. / Captured for an eternity,
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Feb 14, 2012
My Tears Dry On Their OwnWithin the quiet of the night, / amid the shadows of my pain, / the strength I held so fast to,
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Feb 14, 2012
His Little Boy InsideBehind the rough and gruff facade, / amongst the sternness and the pride. / Along with calloused hands and the scars
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Feb 14, 2012
On Pages Not Yet FilledI am a poets journal, / in trust of verse that has been tilled. / Plying emotions that play eternal,
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Oct 28, 2011
How Do You FeelHow do you feel anger, / when you won't allow it to feed? / You don't attempt to digest it,
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Oct 28, 2011
WillinglyThis, I do so, willingly. / Without reservations of the heart. / I offer my shoulder to thy wheel,
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Oct 26, 2011
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