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Back then I was almost friends with the ground that looked so different from home. I was here again; revelling in idealism. The open free be yourself air was like nothing else; nothing like that which was compressed with the stress of home where when returning I wandered how I’d lived like that for so long. The sea was a pure, grand buzz to view. Elation! No sense of being alone while playing and exploring. Danger embraced when climbing crumbling cliffs. Excitement! Then there was the quaint village vibe. The charm of night time walks near the sea. Stars! Ship lights! Tranquility!

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Dec 16, 2021

Dec 16, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC

Cromer

Back then I was almost friends with the ground that looked so different from home. I was here again; revelling in idealism. The open free be yourself air was like nothing else; nothing like that which was compressed with the stress of home where when returning I wandered how I’d lived like that for so long. The sea was a pure, grand buzz to view. Elation! No sense of being alone while playing and exploring. Danger embraced when climbing crumbling cliffs. Excitement! Then there was the quaint village vibe. The charm of night time walks near the sea. Stars! Ship lights! Tranquility!

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Folding paper writing tunes A little poem or a cartoon A song at bedtime a stadium gig A dream that’s small a dream that’s big Painting by numbers or a priceless piece Stories of heroes or golden geese Its nobodies business to treat as rust what to you is sprinkled with magic dust

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Dec 22, 2016

Dec 22, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC

Magic Dust

Folding paper writing tunes A little poem or a cartoon A song at bedtime a stadium gig A dream that’s small a dream that’s big Painting by numbers or a priceless piece Stories of heroes or golden geese Its nobodies business to treat as rust what to you is sprinkled with magic dust

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Like dead souls struggling to construct our own serenity Shattered at the prospect of another morn While all along planned from before eternity His tribulations would bring a new dawn Like strays from the herd with no direction Unknowingly craving the presence of the sheep herd Being pursued and needing His loving correction But tired of hearing what we had NEVER heard Torrential impeachment reigning in our hearts While truth knocks our door daily Seasoned with sardonicism we bolt like a dart Back to the darkness almost gaily A pretext assumed before reading one word of scripture so remote yet the richest of its kind wallowing in our own understanding; so absurd how Joyful to leave all of that behind The prince of peace I pray to thee That you sustain me continually Then maybe I can share you And set others free Amen

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC

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Like dead souls struggling to construct our own serenity Shattered at the prospect of another morn While all along planned from before eternity His tribulations would bring a new dawn Like strays from the herd with no direction Unknowingly craving the presence of the sheep herd Being pursued and needing His loving correction But tired of hearing what we had NEVER heard Torrential impeachment reigning in our hearts While truth knocks our door daily Seasoned with sardonicism we bolt like a dart Back to the darkness almost gaily A pretext assumed before reading one word of scripture so remote yet the richest of its kind wallowing in our own understanding; so absurd how Joyful to leave all of that behind The prince of peace I pray to thee That you sustain me continually Then maybe I can share you And set others free Amen

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Sometimes we goof; sometimes we’re aloof yet all of truth is under one roof All the same really; not always so clearly Reduce not to merely the entire theory The arts carried magic before mass production But still can be found, the numinous induction Minority knows; majority knew Sonority is truth….can you hear it too?

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC

Vibes

Sometimes we goof; sometimes we’re aloof yet all of truth is under one roof All the same really; not always so clearly Reduce not to merely the entire theory The arts carried magic before mass production But still can be found, the numinous induction Minority knows; majority knew Sonority is truth….can you hear it too?

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As the guitar plucked the buskers strings The endless space was made of things For many are the few who sing The birth of doom one day did spring The truth I lie through muted speech Without my arms and many legged reach My instructor learned I refused to teach The carnivorous mouth of the vegan peach

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC

An absolute peach

As the guitar plucked the buskers strings The endless space was made of things For many are the few who sing The birth of doom one day did spring The truth I lie through muted speech Without my arms and many legged reach My instructor learned I refused to teach The carnivorous mouth of the vegan peach

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Jah bleseth the lonely traveler But shall take no pity on the restless right hand of her ladyship Elizabeth DuPont. For neither the black bird or orangutan can tame the mighty chalice that has watered the wells for many half moon

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC

The russian diplomat

Jah bleseth the lonely traveler But shall take no pity on the restless right hand of her ladyship Elizabeth DuPont. For neither the black bird or orangutan can tame the mighty chalice that has watered the wells for many half moon

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