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Etudes without Piano

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop while swigging scotch or make a wry word while distilling whiskey or behead a French roi with a shot of […]

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Etudes without Piano

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the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop while swigging scotch or make a wry word while distilling whiskey or behead a French roi with a shot of […]

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A Place of Truth: Busking poet Abi Mott finds verity in verse

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The Star

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Red Dress

Every tree needs a red dress in autumn, a crisp fire-red, fashion statement at November’s Ball, a party in country fields fueled by apples, cold cider in cups.   Every woman owns at least one red

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Eulogy to abandonment

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I Think She’s Hot

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Is this how I am to see you?

To whom so ever you maybe, I'm still sitting here, so patiently With your eyes haunting my dreams And a song, from long ago This is the time I need to see The woman

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