The Silver Spoon It travels through familiar lands Guided by neatly manicured hands Never goes anywhere near the botto… Life is easy struggles forgotten

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Up to the soaring eagle and back down to the minuscule sea below, site of wiry lines inching forth before its eyes, smiling at the sun and

Currents of red and freshly green Streams of stardust and stately cl… Moving outward from vibrant billow… Lovely air passing through the wil… Trumpets converting sound into col…

Mother Nature, mother of the eart… Tears of the sun, milk at the birt… Heroine of the forest, of silent r… A gentle stirring, a cordial breez… Arms of the angels, hands of the e…

The old man sat alone in his room at the nursing home listening to the radio. He tried to find a station that played his favorite kind of music, but couldn’t find one. All he heard wa...

As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,

That one fleeting moment after being struck by someone else doesn’t allow reasoning enough time to settle in and become influential. Retaliation is that blind instinct that takes over ...

When the itch calls for a remedy, There’s nothing better than a scra… That magical abrasive rubbing, That simple stroking of the finger… That ancient instinctive cure,

Engine in my bike and engine in th… adrenalin pumping into mortal wond… and the crowds cheering as I mount… my guts all knotted up and churnin… snaky road up ahead and Grim Reap…

Up ahead along the country road, Thru’ the clearing of Maple’s abo… Where the winding around a certain… Becomes my winding, my forestial f… Though it’s someone else’s, it’s a…

My heart hiding inside my pen the keeper of my words the high command of my thoughts living deep down under my smiles sometimes soft as velvet