June 21, 2007

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Blue Balloons

Into the captivity of your heart, We let our blue balloons depart; Into the twilight of the sky. Into the night. Where our shadows still fly. Three years later, too far from the sea, Having escaped, having broke free, No longer a lone poet, surrounded by boors, I felt a lone virgin, surrounded by whores. […]

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June 21, 2007

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Riding My Bike

My wheels don’t seem to touch the road As I fly through the wind. When I look down, The road flashes by. When I look up, The world is slow motion again, And I swerve a corner, Almost floating. – Written by Anna V. Williams at age 10 Barnstable, Massechusetts

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