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YogurtSometimes I, / When faced with confrontation, / Enjoy making my way to,

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Alpabetical MeSuch sweet songs / Fall from faces full / Of open

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Icy Winds and Winter MonthsThe cool wind blows / Brisk in the back of my mind. / The icy breeze tickling,

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AntsMarching in lines, / Spanning the entire world, / Ants carry their food along,

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The Glider and The CatThe sugar glider sits perched on my shoulder, / Chirping soft songs in my ear, / Each new syllable making me warmer,

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TreasureThree young men make their way into a dried river bed, each searching for his own treasure. "Oh if I can only happen upon that which is rightfully mine by both blood and battle, I should become the greatest this nation has ever known. I will rule with a vengeful hammer, and strike down with nery a whim." The oldest holding a certain distaste for having to wait and then search, shouted at the top of his lungs. / "Rightfully yours?" asked his younger brother, a kinder spirit than the former, "And to rule with a vengeful hammer? Dear brother, know you nothing of the world around us? You cannot simply strike and command obedience. You must acquire trust, and love, then loyalty." / The last of the brothers, youngest of them all, had grown accustomed to their bickering. Today, as well as on others, his silence and their lack of focus paid off as he struck something squar and wooden with his toe, rimmed in gold that hardly shown in the light. He need only abandon them in the wood now.

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FluffyFluffy / Small creatures run / Down a newborn sidewalk's

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An Ode to a Rhyme SchemeWe want not words / Of rhyme nor reason, / We wish for verbs

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PorchI sit on the porch / With friends and fair weather near, / What lovely wonder

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Spoils of the ActWhy? / The burns fade in, / Deep,

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