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Bedtime and Dead true
Bedtime Snow is the colour i see, dark lines appear to be, or not to be. Square circles now project, hammer falls i object, not my subject. returns to plain, tears like rain, so sleep i gain. Dead true Tears on the paper...
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Life Kicks
ESCAPE who am i?what am i?when am i? in the eyes of my boastful mind, i am a king a war in ancient times, with steal in hand i kill, but reality kicks in......... my pictures go wilder in the dark, and musical talent i hold, ...
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Four Rights
Still is the year now to come, as winter chills out the way, with rushing waters that flow, I look on towards the next day. Passionate spring jumps to mind, love,life and freedom in the air, but colds of winter hang on, this winter...