Heat

My feet are wandering way too far,

And I have to make a stand,

Aimless down a whittled path

With a railing hand.

The road may be a narrow street

Under the sun's reddish face,

As I sow the fair white seeds,

It presses close in a heated embrace.

Awareness

In all the universe, do I have a place?

For the grass grows high and green

i know today what my wounds are,

What I think or believe I've seen.

Tied to the wheel of work,

And then to my own sorrow

What to me the glory of a song

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Submit

I was flung into the dust;

From my strength of hands and bone,

To be a rare collage

And a prairie field yet unblown.

Apples and Pears

Earn Points

Minnesota, Oh, Minnesota

He washed each tiny blade of grass

And many sing his graces,

He flung his showers against the hill,

And all the better places.

A rose is more red

And I listen to the rain,

There's a bird, theres a bee,

They brighten my world again.

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