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 | | Empty Fields | | by sloverid, Nov 19, 2007 | | The joy of the agricultural tradition against the frustration toward the short sightedness of Government planning. | | Comments(0) Liked It: 12 |
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 | | This Fly | | by sloverid, Jul 30, 2007 | | A fly takes on qualities never imagined simply because someone realizes it is witnessing his failures and secrets. | | Comments(2) Liked It: 23 |
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 | | Thoughts of a Belayer | | by sloverid, Jul 29, 2007 | | Rock climbing forces one to trust another with one's life. This poem pries into the mind of a belayer for a moment so we can experience the fear, trust, and confidence of the less glorified of rock climbing's positions. | | Comments(0) Liked It: 21 |
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 | | The Second Glass | | by sloverid, Jul 29, 2007 | | Waking to share a cup of coffee with his companion a man is, once again, brutally reminded the companion is lost. | | Comments(0) Liked It: 24 |
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 | | Plaques | | by sloverid, Jul 29, 2007 | | A young man pressured by the attention given to the awards he has earned briefly muses on the concept during a late night's work. | | Comments(0) Liked It: 21 |
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 | | Stubborn | | by sloverid, Jul 29, 2007 | | Stubborn is the charm of the summer, and so are those who are charmed by it. Enter into a day of leisure and love of life. | | Comments(0) Liked It: 24 |
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 | | Rational Criminal | | by sloverid, Jul 29, 2007 | | A man involved with crime tries to justify himself and comes to terms with his rationale. | | Comments(2) Liked It: 25 |
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