February 2024
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by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on the west coast is a paradisewhere free spirits meet and singfreely dancing upon the waves…
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by Michael Plante Reaching out into the vastnessthe Creator caught a shooting star“my aren’t you a feisty one,” he claimed;“full of energy and spunk.” The star vibrated in the Creator’s palma tingling sensation incurred. “I have an idea for you,” he spoke“I know a place where you can be of beneficial use.The most important job…
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by Michael Plante Green Grassclear skyno past to let go ofno future to worry aboutjust my lover and I. 20 worn fingers that time has blessedgrey hair and soft wrinkleslaugh-lines that define a life well livedmemories make the best smilesin the company of friends. Green grass open fieldsleisurely walks where time forgetsstolen moments are daisies…
