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Who Are You?
Whose eyes do you see the through? Those of the optimist. For that there should be a queue, But the earth turns with a twist. Whose eyes do you see through? Those of a pessimist. Everyone gravitates to the view. Unable, unwilling to resist. Whose mind do you think through? The popular thought of the…
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Stomp
His small shoessprawled in the corner. She thinks of his toessquirming then, softand pink and round.The taut lines against her fingerscirculation fading to white. The soles squeakedacross the linoleumlike skin, scuff marksquestion marks – what next?His little scuffs inside her big scuffs-where were you? The tongues droopkissing the fabricthat touched the bottoms of his feet. Such…
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If I could
Share If I could give you the father that you neverhad, I would. If I could give you all the birthdays thatshould have been celebrated with presents anda cake, I would. If I could give you the happy childhood thatwas taken from you, I would. If I could give you the first kiss that wouldhave…
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Quickies
though they are fast not as long in the measure sometimes they bring just as much pleasure. so little effort yet needed relief don’t turn up your nose because it was brief. James Rutherford (c) 2011
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Science Fiction
Could it be that ugly worlds disjointedWith weird solar flights and star collisionsRamping snarls and horrid visionsShould prevail over sweet love anointed?My wife was an impassioned devotee.I liked the stuff with a tailored dictionSome heavy hauling and some mysteryAnd no loving snork and dork addiction.She preferred a subtle feminismIn creatures multiarmed and verminousAnd abhorred my…