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| January 2016 |
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| Christmas 2015 - with Glad Roy, superstar artist extraordinaire |
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| Boston Logan Airport gets bearded |
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| Horizon Holiday Party 2015 |
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| Some people wake up like this |
Caged and unchained she walks through the wall
Surreptitiously takes in the scene
Guaranteed safety, orchestrates the fall
Demonstrating secret thoughts, convene.
Windowless echoing down a vacant lane
She hands out desserts to those deserved
Trafficking out mistakes filled with pain
Guiltless endeavors underserved.
Echoes falling down
Snowflakes on a dragon fly
Wonder glowing bright
Bullets
Flowers
Memories faded
Granite against a rushing sea
Echoes
Whispers
Rings encompassed
Speakers for the dead
Crickets
Cabins
Badges tarnished
Ghosts and Gates
Ghosts and Gates.
There was a great bearded buffoon.
Who shortchanged his bets all too soon.
He wouldn't bet high,
So he lost all the pie,
And his friend was granted the boon.
Cascading brown and
twirling round and
soothing all the while.
Crinkled nose or
yoga pose or
woolen socks in piles.
Flannel sheet but
too much heat but
comfort can't be beat.