All the Kings Men I wake up in the morning, and for a brief second I have forgotten; I inhale, look around at what was once my life, everything looks the same, but nothing is as it was, and I remember. When you were all that I had, you decided to leave...
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Shelter It is crooked and not at all attractive dull in color and design built by that not so kind man who was proud of his creation because he was able to pick who may come to feast I had thoughts of tearing it down replacing it with a work of art or...
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An Autumn Afternoon Futilely, I search for the perfect words to captures this splendor, which I am momentarily permitted to gaze upon. This vista will not last. Perhaps for a few weeks, but most likely in a matter of days, it will be irrevocably changed. It seems, to me,...
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