Jack Frost is coming (haiku...

Little red corvette
cruises past a purple wood...

Majestic swan glides
The liquid mirrored quiet...

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Cigarette (gravity defying) ash grrrrrew...

Grey ominous mist
hangs low o'er murky waters...

~ ~ Words played from the grave ~ ~
So many years have passed and still I cry...

Across the ice she slices gracefully,
Just like a ballerina on the stage...

Look into the sky and embrace this day. See how...
Her beautiful mind, body and soul are of little...

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Bank jobs don't need
An arsenal...

He explodes from blocks,
Leaving the field in his wake...

On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...