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On 3/4/17 my beautiful baby boy got outside by accident when my mother let our dogs out. He is 4 1/2. He is a shorthair, part Siamese and has tan and white coloring. He has blue eyes and a small mole on his nose.  I adopted him through our Vet via SCRAPS…
My Cat Frankie Blue is missing, please share
My Cat Frankie Blue is missing, please share
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Originally posted on Musings: Poetry is where I flee when no one’s attuned with me Its rhythmic intensity makes me lost in the exalted immensity The cruel world purge troubles and worries submerge A place where I can speak my mind knowing my thoughts will…
Poetry is my escape
Poetry is my escape
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and what does poetry know? how precious a grain of dirt you are in souless soils sui generis; sacrosanct how unique words tumble in cryptic interludes with frantic gasps of reason and you surface under the millstone of everyday what does poetry know? to…
Poetry Knows — The Wandering Armadillo
Poetry Knows — The Wandering Armadillo
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Originally posted on For friends without borders: It’s truly a gift to be a poet.  To express matters of the heart and soul in a way that is beautiful to read and to cherish.  I’m amazed at the poets that I read here on WordPress.  I’m often intimidated…
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you cradle filled with lava eating from veined skies voice which breaks through trees rocking birds of night dangling long earrings ferment in your blood yesterday tomorrow coins which make no sense you who marked your name in silence on my chest via you…
you #poetry — Short Prose
you #poetry — Short Prose
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I watch through the window as the breeze flirts with the leaves of the branches of the old maple tree. I’m enjoying its calming effect it has on my mind. It’s words. It’s poetries. via Poetries — Wolff Poetry | Poems – Resources for Beginning Writers  
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I am not a dead zombie. Copyright © 2018 Angela Marie Suor
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My heart beats somewhere in-between a lazy river and a Khachaturian waltz. Copyright © 2018 Angela Marie Suor
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God is real but community is not. Copyright © 2018 Angela Marie Suor      
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My mind is like a racehorse trapped in a spider’s web. Copyright © 2017 Angela Marie Suor      
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