Poems from Nomad1c

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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form if bridging the comm. barrier.
In quietness of early dawn where mourning doves parade... they somehow see right through what's gone; my cloudy gray charade . A rainbows...
The Ibex... remains largely unknown; with HUGE curvy horns that have grown and have grown. . They skim cliffs edges without any worry; and...
With bright yellow eyes and shiny orange skin, they live near the water they love to go in. . Like turtles and snakes; and yes, even frogs...
El' Toro will charge in a wink. He will stare you down and not blink. . "Why have you come here?, out in my field... ... I'll show you NO...
Paper Luna moth Climbing the tree of still life Moon phase is quartered ° Should I fly away Is it perhaps best to stay By dawn's early...

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