T.L. Toadvine Poems

She searches for me
Through her memories
Through the years
Through the scraps of life
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Where is your Holy Ground?
Where is the creator within you?
Where are the places?
There are many in this world,
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I lived in the spirit world, for years
where the days had no name
walking a path into a timeless realm
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I know
I can't stay in this place
Forever
I know
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Jus' like you
I've been down a road of two

Found dawn shining
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Elkhorn Creek's misty hand spreads out across the verdant fields of Greentree like a ghostly mother tucking her children to bed in the moonlight

Trees, to old to mention, and impossibly healthy, reign over the rolling landscape, like towers of time, rooted in the soil of Eden
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Disagreeable disposition
Disapproving growl
Nose up in your 'buisness'
And a one-eyed Satan scowl
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I have not always been
Nor will I always be

As I am right now
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I gotta shotgun sittin'
Inside of my door
And a hound dog on the porch
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You's 21
I's 19
When I first layed eyes upon you
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