Like a duck with some rice,
like a rap with Vanilla Ice,
We are two, that are one, that are three.
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- Single
- Now
- Do Art
- "Now", is a personal pronoun.
- Love
- Easter Morning
- What Needs To Be Done
- Working Through
- Having A Drink — Modern Cinderella
- A Very Petite Awakening
- Rolling Green Hills
- New Morning
- Home
- The Sky
- Shadow
- Who am I?
- No Thing
- Whole
- 3 Haiku
- Circa 1962
- Divine Corollary
- Change
- Neighborhood News
- Mystical Revelation
- On a Walk
- My Love (to the tune of "Nobody loves me; everybod...
- Glasnost
- A Love Song of Some Sun
- Beach Scene
- 3 Poems Circa Dec. 2008
- Late at Night
- Instructions to my Identity
- Redemption
- Only Here, and Now
- Dark & Light
- Poem: In the Spirit of L.C.
- After the Rain
- Misty Air
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About Me
- Brock Palmer
- I have been interested in writing since I was about 10, interested in photography since about 5.
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