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flower sneezing in the spring air

When it's time to sleep
we go to sleep
and in the morning we wake up again
with last night's dreaming
fading like the stars
or like yesterday

Monday, June 18, 2007

List of Poems

What's My Job?
Rain
Exit, Dancing
An Open Letter to God
For Saddam
TV Guide
Dear Civilization

Posted by forrest at 1:02 PM

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I joined the Quakers because it's a tradition based on the Spirit of God being universally accessible and present in all sentient beings. I've got my quibbles about the contemporary Society of Friends, but that's the right foundation.
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