Based on a true story
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No Flowers
Send me no flowers–please!
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Caught Up In Darkness
No one knows That I was caught up in darkness I was all alone Was isolated Afraid My friends want to know why But no one will understand the Misery The Loneliness The Sadness Then he showed up in front of me He understood everything He made me forget the past And that’s when I…
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When I Saw Reality
When I saw reality, my perpetual fantasy began to fade away. I hoped and cried as I tried to hold on, to what seemed to be my only source of happiness. In the eyes of others, they saw the truth. In the eyes of others, they saw my reality. In the eyes of others, they…
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Glimpses – Not quite haiku
Everyday happenings here in Kailua, on Oahu.
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Hawaiian Cowboy
Met this man in my orthopedist's waiting room. He was anxious to get back to Molokai to ride in a rodeo.
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Nowadays Not Like {Before} For Sure
Published by Wendy Pollitt, March 22, 2011, 12:10 PM
"{Always before, when Granpa call the family to for family luau, everybody come." Word count 1,544
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Easter Island
That culture's most famous features are its enormous stone statues called moai, at least 288 of which once stood upon massive stone platforms called ahu. There are some 250 of these ahu platforms spaced approximately one half mile apart and creating an almost unbroken line around the perimeter of the island.
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Renaissance
Rwyf wedi bod yno erioed . . . dweud y geiriau hynny eto ble wyt ti nawr? I'm not right here now it's true I once was waiting for you until I wandered still never fear like so many languages that have nearly disappeared I will return
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Discover the Beauty
Dashing out into the night sky Breathing in the addicting air The twinkling stars up above Make me feel as if I’m young again I will lie down in the grass To stare at the moon Wonder about what really exists up there I want to say that you are there But the adolescent questions…