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The Talking Windowglass

I caught myself staring blankly out the window, “What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered, Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off…

Mowing

By: Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering…

Lovecast

Do I love you just for your sunny soul? For the brightness you cast on my daily toil? Do I…

Yawnful Morn

Hey, gear up! Oh, what a sluggard,what a pain! Get up, rise up, the sun’s hot and burning, Come on,…

Misty Morn, Not Forlorn

Awoke by a dream where.. Dad and I were playing, Have started moving the pieces, His, white, mine, black, Didn’t…

Renewal Rationale

Life’s filled with alterations, It’s a source of inspiration, To move ahead to the next phase, And forget the paths…