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 Jan 2015 Deb
r
left-leaning ants
 Jan 2015 Deb
r
ants lean left more than right
it's true, it must be

i read it in Fox News

especially the red ones
that wear berets
like Che

the impertinent invertebrate
arsonist fire ants

who tend to get stepped on
by the man
who exterminates

according to anthropologists.

:)
r ~ 12/30/14
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
Block
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
A look to the left
a turn to the right
where, oh where
are the words to write
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
Olivia
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
It wasnt so clear
until just then

when upon her eyes
i looked within

i dreamt of eyes
A long lost friend
but what suprises
me the most
Is that i remember
just what color
they were back then
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
Holey
 Dec 2014 Deb
Curtis
For someone
who claims
to emit
such great vibes

I find it hard
To believe
Your holey
mouth of lies

Truths hidden
deep behind your words
To think i do not know
is truly absurd

All the dimensions
And all your talk
you seem to forget
The third
 Dec 2014 Deb
Andrew Switzer
I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.
 Dec 2014 Deb
Jack R Fehlmann
If I'm the guy who waits,
is there some way?
Cause here I am,
I was, I remain.
The aging clocks face,
ticks out each second passed,

and here I am regardless.

Caught up in fairy tale nostalgia,
forgiven all the wrongs,
hurt endured,
selecting only the best
and cherished
fleeting
flickers of glimpses
at night
just as I fade
to the place where you still come

there too, not always pleasant.
Sometimes I wake and ache so bad
but the cause of that is you
Will I ever turn you out,
face away?
Is this time squandered,
wasted, fruitless?
Or one day are we going to be, again?
Am I okay with no love unless,
unless...
if nothing changes,
distance remains,
who to blame
but my own cowardice.

Some day,
. . . . . . . . . one day,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . maybe,

hearts can change
 Dec 2014 Deb
Hunter K
Goodnight
 Dec 2014 Deb
Hunter K
Goodnight my darling,
I hope your dreams are charming,
As I love you with all my heart,
And can't bare it when we are apart,
So promise me you will dream,
Of a flowing gentle stream,
Its a cold starry night,
No reason to be a fright,
As I am always with you,
No matter how far I seem,
I will always be in your dreams.
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