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Apr 2014
My mind a shore line
where waves crash ideas
on to my pebble mind,
drenched in word and thought.

Then the times where the
sea of thought is calm, and
only a word will caresse the
pebbles of my mind.

On these days I make sandcastles
of different words to see if I
can build an idea, as the sea is
calm on the shore line of thought,
I dip my mind in to the sea of ideas
and look for a thought.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     ---, Irving MacPherson, --- and ---
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