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I see that plane
flying above
endless waves
of sand & I awaken,
there is a need
to interact, to
mix words in a
united voice of
poetry,
a voice screams out
in the night, much
more than a howl,
the air cools and my
thoughts turn to
immersion in soothing
aquatic bliss.......................
~Late Night Jam!
~Late Night Jam!
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
- judih
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my aquatic bliss
runs out with the tumbleweed
hot wind from the east
mediterranean hisses over Gaza
the voices of peacocks screech
no more spring green
may blooms succumb to dry
i reach for wet, my mind needs lake
take me in this pre-dawn canoe
towards waterfalls of no return
let me return to water-logged days
runs out with the tumbleweed
hot wind from the east
mediterranean hisses over Gaza
the voices of peacocks screech
no more spring green
may blooms succumb to dry
i reach for wet, my mind needs lake
take me in this pre-dawn canoe
towards waterfalls of no return
let me return to water-logged days
- Diana Moon Glampers
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- Location: stilltrucking's vanity
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"a sixty-eight-year-old virgin who, by almost anybody's standards, was too dumb to live. Her name was Diana Moon Glampers."
Free Rice
"a sixty-eight-year-old virgin who, by almost anybody's standards, was too dumb to live. Her name was Diana Moon Glampers."
Up in the morning my throat rawAfter a storm there must be a calming
From early morning jam
Monday morning commuters blues
Moving throuh my little shack by the railroad tracks
Traffic reports make me smile
The more screwed up things are
The more cheerful I am
Working at home is sweet
My longest commute is about twenty feet.
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