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why

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Press & Brenda

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Time has age me

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Emptiness is a door to hope

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BLADE OF GRASS

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EACH CORNER IS A TURN OF A TURN

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THE BITER BLENDED SWEET

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TO BE A MOUNTAIN

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life in grays and black!

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A poem to my son

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CONDEMN

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A metaphorical place ,my ZOO

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STUPID OR IGNORANCE

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Assiduous Beliefs

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Diversify or simply

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Atonements

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I am no more or no less

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IF MY FACE DID NOT HAVE A NAME

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LOVER MY MOUTH IS DRY

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HONESTY IS THE SHARPEST BLADE OF ADVICE

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THE MASQUERADE OF CONSEQUENCES

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PURITY CAN BE THE PURIST LIE

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UNCONDITIONALLY CONDEMNED

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REGARDLESS FROM PRINCIPLES OF AGE PRIDE OR SEX

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REGARDLESS FROM PRINCIPLES OF AGE PRIDE OR SEX

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COURTING THE LOVE IN PERCEPTION

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Pondering the master of momentum and progression

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Remember that friends come in all shapes and forms

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kaleidoscope of love

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TO BE A MOUNTAIN

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TO DIE FROM A BROKEN HEART

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A POEM TO MY FARTHER 11-9-31 to 12 -12-09

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Of a smile or cry

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PUZZLES OF REASONING ,PURPOSE OF MEANING

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MY GRANDSON BROKE HIS LEG

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Conclusory crucifixion

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EACH CORNER IS A TURN OF A TURN

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WE ASK TO MUCH FROM YES AND NO

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A metaphorical place ,my ZOO

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THE STAND IN DOLL

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Do you live in love or poker

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WHEN [ex becomes EX]

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A defining biopsy

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THIS IS MY FIFTH BLOG called Press Tec MOBILES PHONES, YOU TUBE, SOFTWARE

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STUPID OR IGNORANCE

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THE OWNERSHIP

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THIS IS BLOG NUMBER FOUR

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MY CAR CAN HEAR

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BREAD CRUMBS POETRY BECOMES

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TO MAKE LOVE [ADULT CONTENTS SEXUAL XXX] I was over my limit so I had to post this poem here

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Dinosaurs of profit and lust

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ME AND ROCKY THE SQUIRREL

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THE GHETTO

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This is my third Blog CANCER

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THE ADDICT / ATTIC [homophones] read comments

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THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL 911

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House Nigger

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Slaves Row 2

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Slaves row 1

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You asked for a date

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Ok this is my second blog entry

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WAIT IN LINE FOR YOUR TURN TO CRY

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I have to speak what is needed to be said

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Every minute a poet is born

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This is my poem about gravity

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A constitutional appreciation

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FIVE STARS

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Winter's metamorphose

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The triggers a mans view

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Winters version

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Complications of consideration

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Cowardliness is a coward

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Broken

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My house of bricks and mud

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BY THE DOOR WE WAIT

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OVER DRESSED FOR SEX

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Contemptuous tongue

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TEN PERCENT TO BLESS

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MY DOGGIE A ROTTWEILER NAMED Z

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CONDEMN

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CHEATERS

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Every thing must change

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Hammer

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Hammer

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OLDER HANDS

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Misery loves

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LIFE IN A BAG

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MY LOVER

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NEVER LEAVE

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THE POSITIVE THE NEGATIVE

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MY LOVER

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POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE

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Insecurity 2

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Insecurity

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THE MINUTES

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THE MINUTE

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Jack & Jill move up to hill

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Jack & Jill move up to hill

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THE BITTER BLENED SWEET

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Ba Ba Black Sheep

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YOU HAVE NO RIGHT

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Ian. T, T is for teacher

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A heart of a park

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WOODEN NICKELS

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WOODEN NICKELS

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MY DAD, MY DAD AND DAD

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THE NEXT DANCE

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TO TONYA

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USED INK 2

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USED INK 2

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used ink

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MOTHER EARTH

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IT’S A TRICK THAT’S ODD

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IT’S A TRICK THAT’S ODD

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What do you step over

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RETT

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FADED BLUE CURTAINS

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Every thing must change

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FADED BLUE CURTAINS

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MY DREAM

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That cup of coffee

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FADED BLUE CURTAINS

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MANY YEARS IN THE NEW GAME

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NEOPOET .COM

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NEOPOET .COM

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NEOPOET .COM

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War is Three

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THE PURPOSE

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THE PURPOSE

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A day of why

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GOLD EYES

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ONE FOREVER

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A word a Sound

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How are you strong

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WITH ONE WING WE TRY TO FLY

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SIX FEET IN

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A ROLL TO SPIN

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A ROLL TO SPIN

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Why

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SIX FEET IN

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The other me you seem to see

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The me in my mom and dad

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A BLADE OF GRASS

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WITH ONE WING WE TRY TO FLY

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WE ALL WALK TOGETHER

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A day of why

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Fear is love

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Two or three pounds of steel

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THE FLOWER IN NEED

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THE FLOWER IN NEED

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Pride as dollar

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In this girl my love is

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The war is the love

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The other me you seem to see

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No prefect love

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To be clean

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Your beauty lives with your beast

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A man of steel

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Ones and Twos are your teens

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The veiw of time

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The art in life

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TO MY BROTHER

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To me they talk

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In our blood are colors more than red

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The oldest of pain sometime has a father name

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What do you step over

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A man against

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What a beast can say

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The art of life

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Someone said

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The cost to be the boss

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A Hero To Find

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A ship made with your sails

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