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Steel Arc: Shapel M.

By Madeline On January 20, 2014 · Add Comment
If it were
something as
simple as an
artery. Like cells
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Outpouring Of My Emotion? Elizabeth M.

By Madeline On January 17, 2014 · Add Comment
Outpouring
of my emotion?
now??
well, isn't that
what I do all day
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Strange Encounter: J. Kombit

By Madeline On January 15, 2014 · Add Comment
Rumbling wheels Roar in fast
pace while standing still +
undisturbed.
Mindlessly vibing to the
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Hamlet’s Ghost: William P. S.

By Madeline On January 13, 2014 · Add Comment
Hamlet moves brilliantly
through his own mind.
He is a train
a vehicle into
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A Rack For Rings? Courtney I.

By Madeline On January 9, 2014 · Add Comment
the right hand
with all the work and
none of the glory.
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Wheeee!: Peter S.

By Madeline On January 7, 2014 · Add Comment
Wheee! Begin another
trip around the
sun.
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I am Left-handed: Kaja K.

By Madeline On January 5, 2014 · Add Comment
I am left-handed, so I always
prefer the left page. I like it
when the train stops and my
hand is more stable, so I can actually
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Polar Bear is Ice: Joey M.

By Madeline On January 3, 2014 · 2 Comments
Polar bear is ice and
cold, rolling 'round in the
snow.
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Up the Stairs: Machi T.

By Madeline On January 3, 2014 · Add Comment
up the stairs
to the sky
and the needles.....
maybe a shawl
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This is N.Y.: Phillis S.

By Madeline On January 1, 2014 · 3 Comments
This is N.Y.
Spontaneity
A stranger ask -
 usually for money But today
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