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A Color of the Sky      by Tony Hoagland Windy today and I feel less than brilliant, driving over the hills from work. There are the d...

All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the wa...

        I call. You're stone.     One day you'll look and find I'm gone.     You sold me to an old man, father.     M...