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No good note.Hertongue is pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tendaijeanette/1440080/ Oh world,What have you done to me?Cruel, I know you are--I know you!--But you don’t know me.How lonely you must be, World…So lonely that you have to break the backs Of the lonely, miserable, And destitute ones.Their starving bodies feed youBones-- to give you the strengthThat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tendaijeanette/1379545/ GunsGargoylesMist AndSpoons. Love the dark butHate the moon. SunriseSunsetTea                AndWine. Love the leaves butHate the vine. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tendaijeanette/1378330/ New Romances Are Like Cherry Blossoms Theonly soul who is willing to make conversation is the Loquaciousteapot,Onthis uneventful morning            The laid back, arms-behind-head,legs-crossed feelOfa June morning... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tendaijeanette/1373763/ Karmic Awe Eyes.And Minds like mine. Whatgreatness were we milked. 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