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Commentary - Thu, 05/04/2017 - 2:02pm
By Anonymous

Unsaid is the greatest regret:

                true thoughts and feelings

That were owed to others

                but never paid,

A mistake we seem bound to make

over and over again

Till there’s no time…

no one left to tell.

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Why You're Fighting

Commentary - Fri, 04/28/2017 - 12:00am
By Anonymous

All I can say is: Sorry,

        that she died without my name.

Now, I'll tell you the whole story

        and where I would place the blame.

It's not true, what some are saying,

        that I failed to heed her plea.

I was serving in the army

        far away across the sea.

When her letters turned more somber,

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Eddie’s Alice Part II

Commentary - Tue, 04/25/2017 - 12:00am
By Anonymous

The image of a young girl

                emerges out of the casket…

Up, out of the ground


The divine dancefloor,

                there to be approached

By her young admirer

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Eddie’s Alice

Commentary - Mon, 04/24/2017 - 12:32pm
By Anonymous

A girl of all the beauty

that he could see,

Dancing with another,

                alone and waiting—

It seemed—

                just for him.

Twirling and turning

to turn his head….

A rare, rare thing is first love

—true love—

And, should it come to you,

it is your duty to live it!

That’s what the smile in her eyes

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Why Do I Love You?

Commentary - Tue, 04/04/2017 - 3:40pm
By Anonymous

So,why do I love you?

        You're really not like me!

You look different—you are different—

        as anyone can see:

Your skin's a different shade,

        or your hair's in a different braid,

Or your eyes and your face show that

        you were born in a different place.

We don't talk the same: We use different

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Magic Spring

Commentary - Sun, 03/19/2017 - 12:29pm
By Anonymous

Death's not the victor, after all;

          the equinox comes as a scold; 

Life cracks the ground in shades of green,

          throws off the lethargy of cold,

And wakesand grows from fertile seeds,

          aroused from dormant winter's night

When dark was tantamount to death

          and hope lay idle, out of sight.

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