#dreams
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The Canadian Spirit When the diminishing light has finally diedand cold has gripped the landscape;the first star will appearas frost forms upon the window. We Canadians take a breath of winter lifestepping upon fallen snow.The evening star lights our path through sleeping maplesbringing us childhood memories. Skating upon the frozen pondin the heart of a…
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by Michael Plante Your disorderly conduct will not be condonedYea must pay a penance for such behavior.Atone, atone they scream.Or ridicule and ostracization shall be your punishment! I must disrupt the status quo,for without no reasoning exists. Tie him to the whipping post,let the world see the results of bad behavior!The people shall fall into…
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by Michael Plante The old wise man sits atop the mountain. Peering down into the valley he draws the conclusion that life alone is a much better choice.The chaos and smoke chokes the body and the mind.“better to be a wise hermit than a follower setting his own house on fire”From the top of the…
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by Michael Plante I saw a woman who believed she was rejected by society.In her attempts to fit in she discarded her principles;cast them aside to engage in an illusionand spent the summer chasing something that didn’t exist. The butterfly floated down from the heavens ever so gently.Seeking nourishment for its body and soul.Landing upon…
