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Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...
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Drummed down by thoughts,
They are as follows...
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a green frog
croaks to leap...
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The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
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When colors don't blend well
designs are incorrect...
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Sorrow can only
Hold on here if you...
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She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...
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A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...
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The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
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When life gives you lemons, you can make lemonade...
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Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
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Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...