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lone wolf walks the empty avenues of dawn.
sees things here and there, forgotten or unknown.
he's neither happy nor sad, or sorry or mad
it's neither good nor bad. it just is.
not a fad, not for food or gold....
If I could fly against the mighty storms.
If I could swim into the deepest floods.
If I could crawl across the rocky roads.
I'd wipe this night away.

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Argentine folk singer Mercedes Sosa, the "voice of Latin America" whose music inspired opponents of South America's brutal military regimes and led to her forced exile in Europe, died Sunday, her family said. She was 74....
Lordy, but some writers are too wordy!
It ain't shitty, but dang, others are too chatty!
So what I did was to devise a simple test
To winnow out the best from the rest.
Here it goes, carefully read and study it well:

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˙ןןɐ ʇɐ ǝʞoɾ ǝɔıu ɐ ʇ,usʇı ʇı ou
˙ǝʞoɾ ɐ ʇ,usı ǝpıs-dıןɟ ǝɟıן ƃuıʌıן ɹo spɹoʍ ƃuıʇıɹʍ
˙ʎɔɐunן sı sıɥʇ ʇnq 'ɹǝʇsʞuɐɹd ǝןqıƃıɹɹoɔuı uɐ ɯ,ı ʍouʞ ı
˙ssǝupɐɯ sı sıɥʇ ʇnq 'ɹǝʞɐǝɹq-ǝןnɹ ןɐnʇıqɐɥ ɐ ɯ,ı ʍouʞ ı

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all of us here are excited to see the longest solar eclipse event of the 21st century.
where i am now, the eclipse will only be partial, not total.
but i'm taking pics of it anyway.
in fact, it's already started... little brother moon t...
My dearest blue-jean baby--

First of all, sorry if I named you "Kelsey" in my earlier blogs.
I think the least I can do now is to call you by your real name, Kathryn.
Even if everyone else called you Koots, I insisted in calling y...
Sometimes a werewolf stops his howls and growls.
There are days when he seeks to use another voice.
Disembodied words from a hidden face,
Cloaking themselves in another man's poetry,
To throw deep shadows of his inner lightning glo...
Settling back into my adopted city, I found the mall’s music stores safe sanctuaries to ease my hunger for piano sound.
Irresistible musical brothels to arouse my musical libido.
Now I can’t help but say these dirty thoughts....
Maybe later I'll pull this one down.
Or maybe later I'll put it up again.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Definitely maybe....
These are the childhood memories of my father, as told to my sister Isabel in 1992.
Recently she sent us (her brothers) her written draft, where she lets Papa speak in the first person.
Allow me now to share some of Papa's childhood memories....
She said the words so exquisitely, in so gently startling a manner,
like a swarm of tremors at the onset of a great earthshake.
I was left speechless for several seconds.
I could only answer, lamely, “You’re joking.”
“No, I’m seri...
Good morning everyone.
It's a rainy Friday morning here.
I just had a dream, gotta write it down before it fades.
Sophie and I are staying in a refugee camp.
Flotsam and jetsam of people and stuff......
This is a snippet from a real-life diary.
I wrote it some years ago, when I was in the U.S.
The entries contain real dates and places.
I made only slight changes in references to personal identity and affiliations.
Enjoy!...
Oh, to flit and dance like young elvin lovers again,
weaving lightfoot paths around the trees of crape myrtle and arbol del fuego,
gazing in awe at the fiery explosions of florets and leaves that fall
like soft vermilion rain along the...
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