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the po~et: the po~et (the spell of words)
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/poet-spell-of-words.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et (the spell of words). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. When a Poet Dies. What do you do when a poet dies?
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the po~et: October 2009
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et (the spell of words). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. When a Poet Dies. What do you do when a poet dies?
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the po~et: April 2009
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 22 (the length of a hall). The po et 21 (papier-mâché affair). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. The hallway...
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the po~et: December 2008
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 17 (outloud). The po et 16 (lost in his jungle). The po et 15 (eulalie- maybe? The po et 12 (bathsheba).
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the po~et: January 2009
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 19 (tennis anyone? The po et 18 (the black swan bookstore). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. Jack rushed to...
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the po~et: March 2009
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 20 (peripheral view). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. When a Poet Dies. What do you do when a poet dies?
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the po~et: the po~et 27 (in view)
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/05/poet-in-view.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 27 (in view). The po et 26 (winters stream). The po et 25 (spun). The po-et 24 (sweet wind). Whenever ...
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the po~et: the po~et 25 (spun)
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/05/poet-spun.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 27 (in view). The po et 26 (winters stream). The po et 25 (spun). The po-et 24 (sweet wind). He brough...
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the po~et: June 2009
http://thepoetoutloud.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html
There was an error in this gadget. Writing always provided him the catharsis needed to deal with his mundane life. now he wanted the words to be more than symbols dancing before him, mocking his pathetic existence. he would breathe life into them, make the images walk off the page and their meanings appear. he would wear them like a new coat replacing the one that faded him into the landscape. The po et 29 (comprehensive study). The po et 28 (onward). Sometimes I Talk To Myself. When a Poet Dies. The not...
