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  My Once Beloved Friend

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  Sun seeps onto the windowsill Bringing with him an old friend She creeps up beside me Letting me think of her better days Never saying a word to sway me I am delighted to have a friend Long into the night we stare Right into each other’s faces I fall asleep and soak up her dreams We ar...
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  One of the Chorus

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  Harmony, at it’s very best, I, a bell within a chorus. Life, so much more sane, When words are spelled out for us. Acting, one in place of many, We stroll, hand in hand. So different from the beating, Of a one-man marching band. How am I expected to speak with you, When thoughts melt ...
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  What I've Found

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  It would seem all my life I’d been searching, Though I knew not what to find. It had never seemed the puzzle lay short, Still a piece left to my mind. Alone wandering these endless walkways, Never straying far from strife. Deep gorges set and made still steeper, Having never lived my li...
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  Scribbles

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  Life, a scribble on a page, Love, an accidental blot. Merriment a loosened spiral, Hate a line not sought. Rapture calls as hills begin, The pen charting out our course. All in good time will it be known, What will be life’s force. All could be predetermined, All could be a game of l...
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  In A Year

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  I find that each year, as it passes by, takes with it nonsense, but leaves strength behind. And as I grow older, gradually but still there, I see that my life seems, a fraction less bare. I can look to the mountains, see the same view as before, but so much unlike yesterday, I see jus...
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  All The Same Yet So Different

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  The lowly slave and the high standing pharaoh, The dry cactus and the pussy willow, The black-eyed crow and the whitened dove, The chill of hate and the fires of love. The blank page and the blackened scroll, The merciless sun and the night taking its toll, The careless mountain goat and the...
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  Sister

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA

  They ask me why I go to her, Whenever I am scared. They ask me why I ask her twice, When I am prepared. They ask me why the moon sinks low, In the western sky, As I finish speaking to her, Day and day gone by. They ask me to share with them secrets, But alas, I have none. How can I hav...
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  Little Owl

  

  By audball, Stanwood, WA