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Blond Hair Poem
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Delusions Poem
What? That never happened. You have an overactive imagination. Too young at the time and impressionable. You are being mean for even thinking I could do it. I would never. *** Oh, it was recent? You misunderstood the situation. You were too sick during the time to realize what was happening. Or it was for…
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Preserved Poem
There are areas preserved from time. Relics of civilization protected for future generations. A window into the past one can climb through. A climb to reach that cultural connection. A move that enriches the self. But can everyone make the climb? *** The path is not made for all. Old frozen cracked roads raised by…
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Under Poem
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Jobs Poem
There was a bulletin board set against an off white wall. I was very familiar with it but the content routinely changed. Sometimes incomparable month to month. Decor changing with the seasons as someone dressed it up. Hidden behind where the office door when opened. Missed unless you knew where to look. *** It was…
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Imaginarium
Accessible: mostly Location: Milpitas California Great Mall The Imaginarium is a lights display meant to be enjoyable for all ages. Started by a Chinese woman that put on lantern shows, it makes use of both modern technology and her past experience to create an unforgettable event. While the event has multiple locations, I visited the…
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Thank You For Everything Poem
Thank you for reading. The little peeps through the keyhole of another’s life even if alien. Coming back every once in awhile out of curiosity. Or those that regularly check in out of sight. The silent watchers that absorb all. Transient as morning fog. *** Thank you to the subscribers. Those that tell their interest…
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California Heat Poem
It comes on suddenly. A surprise guest with the early summer. Mild temperature skyrockets to seemingly impossible heights. An event everyone dreads. The burden falling on both the body and infrastructure. Stretching past the point of comfortable. *** The skin immediately burns. Grass becomes petrified in place. A single spark enough to claim fields and…
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Apologies Poem
Being wrong to others is just another kind of pain. One that you bring on yourself instead of it being done to you. Preventable in every way. An action everyone knows will not bring favorable consequences but still do anyway. The only kind of instinct that brings harm every time. Simply because emotions are triggered…
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Raccoons And Lawn Rolls Poem