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Strange Friend, Civil War

Hi. It’s been a while. And here we are again. 

It’s taken time, to get back here. Back to playing and dreaming, fantasizing. Back to feeling sexy again. 

It’s taken a few things; for me it’s taken a strange friend. 

SNIT-APHOR-FRIEND-BITS

The Painter and The Green

He leaves the hills behind him, and their green a memory

A painted stroke now washes, what all he thought he’d be

Still the freshness cutting, across his tender nose

POETRY

Conceit (Oak Red)

We've been here before. Many years ago, when she was my vibrant, bouncy shadow, and I was her giant rock of wisdom and experience, we had come here to run, roll, stretch and squeal, and to climb all the strong, baby oak trees that all our strong, baby limbs could reach.

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