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Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York

when i was a child, i would always pretend that i was the captain of the ship of my imagination. until one day i realized i was dreaming, and i couldn't do anything.
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Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York

Be patient be kind it will pass. This day will be a foreverday with my girls.

My happy place the coasts are shivering the paranoia the heartland is beating its chest. Thoughts on bumblebees I think they're misunderstood but they still creep me out.
Amongst trees and wind a typewriter sits to connect trees wind child laughter floats freely overhead. Silence takes this place someday we may find peace, but only if we try.
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Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York

Buenos dias. Muy contenta de estar en el parque.El parquer, disfrutando de la naturaleza y el arte de los escultores.

Buemonos dias, me siento.Villada del parque soy una
Visitante de Colombia Medellín. Y amo la naturaleza que
Se expone la belleza de las esculturas.
Gracias por el parque tan belli.
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Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York Grounds For Sculpture --- The Poetry Society of New York

All we could do was laugh. It had been so strange those days of waiting. We were at the, not mercy exactly, but somehow worse, the claws maybe, the tip of the tooth.

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