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An informative bit of nonchalance.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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a
left to right
foreshadow foreseen and foreboding
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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l
ost
within the
wanting of
side by side
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C
anadia
' land
canucks gone somewhat wild.
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a f
urrowed
insight o
f
a saddened perception
Monday, March 15, 2010
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genuine
manipulations of the accustomed familiar.
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a meddling muse of
discernible
laughter
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I tend to
smirk
and
smile
as if someone told me not too.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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a round about
resonance
of a
rewound
retrospect.
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tucked beneath the
plain
view of hidden.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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less
is the more with which I am
some
.
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self induced
abandon
-- a meandering of the soul.
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winter warm :
melancholy
matriculates the woes of wishful wanting.
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once if not twice and all
were
things considered.
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as easily
unencumbered
as laugh aloud laughter.
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down
amidst
the southern sun lies a northern persuasion.
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sad
sullen and grey without the somber.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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tangible
content
for the road
less
traveled.
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ordinarily
sideways
and now and then forgotten.
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falsely fleeting and frail moments
contrite
.
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estranged
thoughts run rampart -- Much like the constance of
change
.
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Charles Wallace O'Sullivan
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