Mark
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Fires of WhispersA Poem by MarkSometimes the wicked, bad, naughty, evil thing I am simply works far harder at being lazy then at doing something. |
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There's the MoonA Poem by MarkHow do we know what is intricate to our being and what can be changed about ourselves? |
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Escapes MeA Poem by MarkI was walking this morning, and it was hot! I lost my handkerchief that I'd stuck in my back pocket. Thinking about escape, and love,this just poppe.. |
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Being HumanA Poem by Markas individuals we experience the roller coaster, but as a whole the human race thrives |
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Sippy CupsA Poem by Marklife transitions, it's the only constant. |
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