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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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The White Board #524440 added July 29, 2007 at 7:11pm
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84 and sunny
Some oddball thoughts I've had today that translated into some , well, I'll call it poetry for lack of a better word. Just doodles, really. Reactions to things I've stumbled across or seen while out ...mind's in a weird place I suppose....
there is something intrinsically sad
about seeing a grave festooned
with gaily flying helium balloons.
Set loose the balloons, be glad
and let them soar to heaven's height
don't keep them earthly bound, tied tight.
For what there was they one time had
is no longer there, their soul is free,
it 's long since flown beyond earth and tree.
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It is said by experts of bamboo
and as they study it, i expect it is true...
the straighter grows the shoot
the more complex the root.
It seems as if there's an analogy here
but just what it is, isn't yet quite clear.....
ah...some other day.
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the very first corn on the cob of the season loses something when it needs to be cut off the cob. It just is not the same. *frown*
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If one is going to spend a Sunday painting the bathroom a type of color/paint requiring 2 coats, 2 different rollers and 2 types of brushes, one should start in the morning...not after the wall and floor tile suddenly demand being laid and grouted.
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