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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Saturday, 16 May 2009. Within one another,. As though the steppe were not wide enough. For them all to stand alone. With that hollowness inside of them. I suppose it is natural. That they seek company in smaller versions of themselves. They are anchoring themselves. Lest the wind should sweep them away. They might grow tired of one another. And separate a while. Only to find themselves. Of a silverberry tree. Sunday, 18 January 2009.

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Saturday, 16 May 2009. Within one another,. As though the steppe were not wide enough. For them all to stand alone. With that hollowness inside of them. I suppose it is natural. That they seek company in smaller versions of themselves. They are anchoring themselves. Lest the wind should sweep them away. They might grow tired of one another. And separate a while. Only to find themselves. Of a silverberry tree. Sunday, 18 January 2009.

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looking at the stars: December 2008

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Thursday, 25 December 2008. A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;. It makes no noise at all,. But softly gives itself away;. While quite unselfish, it grows small. At Christmas I no more desire a rose,. Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;. But like of each thing that in season grows. Monday, 22 December 2008. Ainsi, toujours poussés vers de nouveaux rivages,. Dans la nuit éternelle emportés sans retour,. Crunchy - preferably cold.

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Thursday, 25 December 2008. A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;. It makes no noise at all,. But softly gives itself away;. While quite unselfish, it grows small. At Christmas I no more desire a rose,. Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;. But like of each thing that in season grows. My page . http:/ viavio.net/index.php? 31 May 2013 at 5:08 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Feel free to comment. I try to make it snappy.

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looking at the stars: July 2007

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Wednesday, 11 July 2007. I haven't been on the blog for soooo long! I will try to keep up with blog happenings and post more blogs in the future. Meow! Posted by The Punisher. Strange and Mysterious Poems. On a dirt road lies a dead beetle. Three little pairs of legs carefully folded on his belly. Instead of death's chaos - neatness and order. The horror of this sight is mitigated,. The range strictly local, from witchgrass to spearmint.

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looking at the stars: November 2008

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Tuesday, 25 November 2008. A drop of water. A grain of sand. A needle in the haystack? Not nearly sharp enough. I think, therefore I am. To many, I am not. I may be invisible. But at least I can see. Monday, 24 November 2008. This is a poem I wrote when I was about eleven, with a friend at One Day School - a school I went to one day each week that was for gifted and talented children. As you can tell, I had a cheese fetish. I can hear you.

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Saturday, 20 December 2008. He who has known the contentment that comes simply through being content, will never again be otherwise than contented." - Tao Tê Ching. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.". Mostly random thoughts, posted at ungodly hours, but usually with a list of books to read at the end, which makes it all okay. Feel free to comment. I try to make it snappy.

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Saturday, 16 May 2009. Within one another,. As though the steppe were not wide enough. For them all to stand alone. With that hollowness inside of them. I suppose it is natural. That they seek company in smaller versions of themselves. They are anchoring themselves. Lest the wind should sweep them away. They might grow tired of one another. And separate a while. Only to find themselves. Of a silverberry tree. Sunday, 18 January 2009.

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