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With waxen lipped beauty
the wild man embraces the stars and the clouds and sun and moon faces he spreads out his arms and does his wind twirling the white wonderment melting with new life unfurling he laughs with his rasping and shelters with arms with strong steady limbs and green graceful charms. |
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Thats nice
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That's a beautiful way to describe an oak tree...that was real good.
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it fell from the grainy cloud driven sky
upon my nose, i looked as though i was crying it felt so funny unlike natural tears right then i remembered before when i was a child how the rain made me cry, and now i realize that thats just how life is supposed to be |
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