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Patricia May Neiderer

hidden way

maybe there’s another way
a better way
a tidal way
that’s not dreary bleak
or dark
found hidden under
neath the park
only a few can go
for nobody can know
that you need to
take a lark

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Cory Garcia Patricia May Neiderer
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cough cough -choo

all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
pommy way

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…
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mist on paper

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
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missing bag

pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
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light of shining armor

i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
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farmer bald day

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap
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one petal

the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
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deaths tear

missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
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no caller id

your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
would, could not

what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
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12 pints of blood

as if sealed away in a locket not willing to remove it from the… set on fire, ready to sail the roc… range hindered as it’s not in sock… heart beating to the melody of a h…
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open-ness

emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
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letter play

if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
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scabs

so im stuck here beside my mind thinking all the time that i just discovered life while still making time to ride with paw prints beside
tempest fire licked wall

you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood



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