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Snows from here don't yet go
and your spring has sprung
now all know
I hope spring will come in

as I read your springing poetry
o what a delicacy
each word is like an icing on spring
as the veg is rising

your lovely command
over the English language
makes me spring to make jolly

lying on a cold bed
since the fall
am I not silly
it snowed again

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Not Explicit Content


b happy
one does say
I am burning in my EGO
smouldering like dessert sand
in search of an oasis
help me NEO'S find one
if you

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my brother being stationed in the upper peninsula part of Michigan. He came down to visit and the leaves were all out and most trees were in bloom here. But up there snow was still on the ground...

I take it as my life's honour
your walking on autumn leaves ~ ~ they all call ...even you do~ ~ loved or+ ly

Since butterflies fly OVER YOU I composed this poem you may be familiar
and permitted to screw
Well I read it now your poem...~ I was all along wondering butterflies have life not more than a week how could they fly from North of Canada and return also ~but you clarified many died so how did so many reach Mexico
I still wonder but after the winters you have clarified on their return journey none ever returned, only produce kid butterflies which en route died (en route) seven generations ~one per week... so the original ones never did ever reach ~EITHER WAY
that is how over millions of years we too did reach.... bacteria~ ~ virus and then as of now SPERMS/genes~ males and females X ~ Y in varying genes~ father to son~ to grand one~ then greater grandson ~one must have one, a son male sperm ~Y~ vertical transmission of sperms~ thirty years one generation so has nature expanded too~ to a hundred years with newer vaccination~ may be back to shorter QUICKER generations ~and all over as butterflies once again become--- that is how nature plays fun and we still after one single one for millennia ages run ~take it as a pun- fun.....'''

Howz it

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the surprise ending! I saw it as one waking up in the morning expecting to see the grass and flowers blooming, but seeing SNOW instead! Good one Lovedly. ~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I liked your liking '
no kicking

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for publication in neos FB AND INSTGRAM I.M TOLD

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Please thank her
what a surprise
what a pleasure

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Was waiting for you
to thank

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the ending also. It put the rest of the poem in perspective as a fleeting thought like people so often have. I could have been there.


. like my lost dreams...the flood


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