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Magnolia and DogwoodIt's deep night, damp and sticky with the / residue of southern heat which refuses to / totally dissipate this far into the night.
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The GraveyardSnow fell deeply on the graves that night, / falling on both the wealthy and not so, / coating with cleanliness and purity all who
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LaughWe'd laugh at life / if it weren't so serious; / we'd laugh at death
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Ode to Sylvia PlathSometimes it is, poor Sylvia, / that we cannot find the answers. They're / not to be found clinking about in the stars,
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Succumbing to the SuccubusThe dream haunts me / often, far too often, building / in intensity but is initially
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Bayou NightThere is no night like a bayou night, / the air pregnant with expectancy and / mystery, mingling scents of wisteria,
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Ghosts of The Oregon TrailTall prairie grass, wind-swept and / burnished gold, whispers with the / long-dead voices of all who passed
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popsicle wrapperplayground – / a popsicle wrapper / skips in the wind
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The PebbleEarly on, we passed this pebble between us, / each in turn / trying to avoid possessing it.
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Small Town PoetI've been trying to poet off and on / now for awhile - but it's hard for a guy / like me, born and raised in small towns.
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