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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
100: I said I love you
--Feb. 24, 1998
99: the constellations are running together
--Mar. 2, 1998
98: What's done is done and cannot be undone
--Feb. 17, 1998
97: Sparkle Sparkle little twink
--Feb. 25, 1998
96: rain on me heaven
--Jan. 23, 1998
95: time; crowding
--Mar. 2, 1998
94: You tell stories of your wonderful life
--Mar. 24, 1998
93: Life is but a crimson tide
--Feb. 24, 1998
92: **Please Tell Me**
--Mar. 2, 1998
91: everything engulfed in darkness,a portrait of our hate
--Mar. 5, 1998
90: dreary, steel gray sky
--Mar. 2, 1998
89: My life is an empty abyss
--Feb. 6, 1998
88: When bodies turn into ashes and dust,
--Feb. 11, 1998
87: Old Yeller had a mouth as big as a washbucket
--Mar. 23, 1998
86: I want to go to Belgium.
--Feb. 24, 1998
85: I see your expression
--Feb. 24, 1998
84: Penniless and hopeless,
--Feb. 24, 1998
83: My body was doubled over,
--Feb. 24, 1998
82: My love, your breeze has cleared the air
--Feb. 17, 1998
81: In the heat I saw big feet
--Feb. 11, 1998
80: I man laughing today
--Feb. 17, 1998
79: CAn I go to sleep now please
--Feb. 24, 1998
78: The indefinite gray morning
--Feb. 26, 1998
77: The wind carries me on a journey
--Feb. 24, 1998
76: Powder containers
--Feb. 17, 1998
75: There was a man who drove a car.
--Feb. 24, 1998
74: I watch the slow hand kill the day
--Feb. 11, 1998
73: he who sings the praise of great men, does not
--Feb. 11, 1998
72: We sat up all night
--Nov. 19, 1997
71: I am the third person.
--Feb. 17, 1998
70: North wind laps over the last breeze of summer,
--Feb. 11, 1998
69: Fear is only what you see
--Sep. 29, 1997
68: Where do we go from here?
--Sep. 30, 1997
67: Hold me, lose me, kiss me, bruise me,
--Sep. 22, 1997
66: The eerie wind blowing against my window
--Sep. 3, 1997
65: .
--Sep. 3, 1997
64: I look at you and wonder
--Aug. 26, 1997
63: testing123
--Jul. 23, 1997
62: High noon, lights splendid shafts rest
--Aug. 30, 1997
61: I am feeling the coolness of age,
--Aug. 19, 1997
60: He turned the pages and tried on their lives,
--Aug. 19, 1997
59: Alone in the house, his eyes drift to the postcard on the wall, sent by his wife, who is in Italy, learning the Italian language.
--Aug. 1, 1997
58: He walked over to the cupboard, stared a little at the bottles and decided on the rum, because it had the highest percentage. 37.5 per cent. “Should be enough,” he thought.
--Aug. 19, 1997
57: Silly poets, silly songs, and silly hours
--Aug. 19, 1997
56: A moment comes and goes
--Aug. 13, 1997
55: If tomorrow never comes
--Jul. 27, 1997
54: In as much as it would matter,
--Jul. 27, 1997
53: I see the one legged woman and I
--Jul. 12, 1997
52: I love to eat spaghetti
--Jun. 29, 1997
51: The stick he wanted you to hold
--Jun. 29, 1997
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