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The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth

*The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth”* Gagged:I recall.Bound:I felt that much.Detained:Jailed without chains.The rest is a blurand that’s whatI prefer. Not a single hour went by that I didn’t have my bell rung.So excuse me if it’s all a

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Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended

*Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended* Sometimes being gun-shy isn’t due to the fear of pulling the trigger…but because you’re constantly readjusting your aim. Because Ms. Right Now could become Mrs. Wife:When if you waited longer, you could’ve wifed Ms.

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There she goes.Right on schedule. I’ve got her timing down to a formula, and my neck snaps every time she passes by…I think that’s the reflexive property. If she were in my class, then maybe I could actually concentrate… Nah.

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Sides

*Sides* Take Sides.Then take cover.Command your SurroundingsAnd warn adjutants of opposed troops.Shield the fort that your team has builtFromWannabees&TurncoatsAnd always be on the lookout forFifth Columnists.There is a security in these arms, butEverybody knows that the same colors don’t alwaysShade

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More than Words

*More than Words* She’s gonna make someone happier than words.But I won’t tell her that…Nor should he. The most poetic sentiments are felt, not said. It courses deep inside more potent than any series of three words he could ever

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The Romantic

*The Romantic* The soul of a Romantic is often tamed or defeated by an opponent that may look narrow but is much larger — Goes much Deeper.Natural Chemistry and Congenial Spirits may win out, but son, it’s a 12:1 Underdog.This

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People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime

*People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime* You know it getsCold Outside,Why do people walk slow in theWintertime? The temperature is frosty and frigid—but is much colder when you’re all alone.It’s too much for me to bear, while IPower walk—They

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She & He

*She and He* She wore a trim pink tank top…That was the color of her nursery five years ago.They named her Rachel, and she was the newest of three…a welcomed addition to theFamily.She holds the brown skin & heart of

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Scrapbook

*Scrapbook* Precious carats of time cannot be restored—Not even byChips off the block.We can only pick up the scrapsand protect this lasting jewel,Even when the next generationFalls Apart. From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a TrilogyCopyright © 2013

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The Inspiration

*The Inspiration* When life hands them lemons,They make Masterworks.Days that begin as tomatoes—They grind into Heinz Field.You see tomato,They say tomato—But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” This is a world where everydayWalks of LifebecomeMotion Pictures—Given the

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