RE: RE: Sand
endless decisions on one hand or the other. is this what I'll do? or simply not bother.
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RE: Sand
Decisions... decisions! There will be no revisions Once I take that deep toke Of mind altering smoke
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RE: RE: Sand
shifting sands demand attention to me, you
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holy cows
holy cows have polka dots and come in shades of purple. eating pretzels and drinking beer, eventually they burple.
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cows and more
Milk cows, moo cows, Chocolate cows, purple cows Polka dot and burple-ing cows So, how many cows, anyhow?
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Sand
Sand beneath my toes, Breathing through my nose, Wondering whether or not, I should smoke some pot
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RE: Sand
Think that's for tonight O.k. Maybe its now But I'd rather sit and write And think of holy cows.
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RE: RE: Sand
Holy cows! By George, it's so they sleep on highway islands between the Best Buy signs above and MickyDee below.
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RE: RE: RE: Sand
Costanza Justified Everything He Did Even When His Wife Died He Just Lied
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Under the Stand
It's perfectly all right to be wrong. I don't expect an intellectual response to every careless song.
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RE: Sand
The sand beneath my toes, comforts my feet Alone in the desert where the streams Run down my cheeks Is this sorrow or sand in my eyes I feel?
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RE: RE: Sand
To sit and write or not, Is a question I thought, What should I do, Maybe I should write a myku
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RE: Wonderin
the very sight of this myku square makes me wonder what was there and why it didn't make fruition. lack of word-power ammunition?
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RE: Under the Sand
Oh my gosh! I guess I'm wrong. I've been writing playthings. Was I supposed to ponder stuff and actually to say things?
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Under the Sand
Impact! Short form poems can make an impression, but is there an underlying personal lesson?
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RE: RE: RE: Sand
Yes, write write write! no more to do, but to write write write more myku
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RE: RE: RE: RE: Sand
that was the stupidest thing I have ever read You might be a little brain dead Try to be a little faster or you will have to call me your master
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camel
consider the camel, of old Araby, ship of the desert, home of the flea, seemingly docile, seemingly shy, patiently waiting... to spit in your eye.
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Yep!
That Personal Lesson Comes From Expression Knowing that Everyone Had Made an Impression
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but of course
all you need is to pay attention to what you're thinking and you'll learn the lesson that you knew deep down inside all along
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Words in the Sand
And having written, then move on, as myku written in the sand are blown away like footprints on a mountain peak.
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RE: Words in the Sand
while the passing poems might be sad, sometimes, I guess, that's not so bad.
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RE: camel
camelback so rythmic rise and fall dreamlike captured in the desert daydream my death
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