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by Michael Plante A black sheep walked over the hillsreleased by the Gods of fate.The black sheep understood it’s existenceand grazed upon the landscape.The shepherd that walks the hillsidefelt a sense of easementas he watched the black sheep from a distance.“Destiny walks alone”, he thought. The black sheep roamed the hillsidenever disturbing the landscapegrazing the…
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by Michael Plante It is a fine table I sit attopped with integrity, honor, and love.Family and friends surround this tableall have contributed to the success of its beauty.We smile and laughtears that were held in the heart are releasedthe joys of life are revealed unrestricted. It is a fine day I livefor I have…
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by Michael Plante Late fall brings a freezing rainand an appreciation of what was.Our fortitude was thrusted upon us.We could give in, yet that is really not an option.So we bundled up and headed out into the November rain. Our stride is measured by our convictionsa belief that better days will follow.There is no sense…
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by Michael Plante I sat next to the Creator upon a blue stonewatching him dot the night sky with stars.Humming a song and contemplating before each star was created.I started to get the feeling that nothing was random with the Creator;that every action was well thought out.My presence upon the blue stone was his requestalthough…
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by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was your vote,instilled by the same government that wrote the play. My appearance is distastefulmy performance…
