Little ways to say a lot
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But I can’t America; I can’t make you Great again, Because you never were. Great is finished good; Greatest is finished great. You are not finished, America. You are a living document. Therefore you breathe; Therefore you grow. Make America Greater Again! Forward, everyday. Greater Everyday. The Never-
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I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.
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Rode around Frost's farm.
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I’m not ready for everything to die this year. The wind is consistently strong the past few days. The people who come from all parts of the world To see our leaves change color are leaving. The ground is a sheet of wax paper Under a blood-let easel.
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We call it poetry for the ear, But that’s not where we hear it. We call it poetry out loud, But it’s an inside job. We call the meter measured. We call the measure divine. I call the words: All Words! Sweet- Sweet -Tweet-Tweet Twitter-Tatter- Beat-
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If the sky and the horizon bent properly, I could see those paper barked birches. Autumn -swung and knocked- swung and knocked Oak and ash and spruce and pine and even Evergreens Grumbled. Fat chirping squirrels bent trunks down. Elasticity whip snapped shot them back up. I crooked my neck
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Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away. Rain. Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds. The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant. Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now. Pay attention: The rain demands attention right
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I am the mountain and the moon.
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This one is brilliant. Dancing genuine dances. Eyes blush, roll beautiful. Nervous with her wonderful. Strong how she survives a solar storm of too little, too many bits of light, the normal world calls magnificent. The world has never been enough for you in being too much. Too much what
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What each night sky knows Each sunrise lacks.
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The shadow shined sunset on the city. The wind slow-whipped and rippled. Can light be a light bed sheet that cools Like a night lit summer night? Can the moon, indecisive, Make the whole world? Yes! Yes! Yes! And yes. Tonight, and sunset held the city Skyscrapers in each
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Sad today. That welcomed warm sad. The sad you want to stay. That certain sad missing piece. You’ll never know peace, Without this missing piece. Sad day right day to be with That thing. That: -thing-thing-. The only beautiful: -thing-thing-. Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.