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Colonel was a fawn Great Dane, docile but loud of bark. He was also as tall as a man when standing on his hind legs. He lived at the Duke of...
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I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
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After dark I am dreaming, even when awake. Shadows merge with memories To guide me into a labyrinth of distorted time and space. I pass thro...
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