Peace Will Calm The Waters A poem by Chilly Billy Howell Awakened at threeGroaning at meWaves lapping the tenuous shorelineStartled by soundScary and boundBy nothing shackled or tetheredLong the leaf that flies at night
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February 3, 2011 4 Comments
By CORINNE VANCE Why do we do the things we do? Why do we say the things we say? Why do we feel the way we feel? Are these feelings even real? I look around at all the mirroring images we are of each other, each person seeming to be a reflection of the last. […]
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