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no deposit, no return like an empty no return bottle i am discarded, thrown away. i've been used. then, when my use is done i am gone. knowing this i can only hope that one day someone will return the feelings i have sent to them. when it 'happens i will be happy. Migosman until then [must search even amongst my own friends for they do not know. some fear love. some fear me. those who fear love i cannot change, so slowly they are gone. Realization so slowly they die. those who fear me i must try to let tnem Precious moments of life see that i am but alone, searching for myself Go dripping away from me and them. Forming huge puddles of Death all around my feet And as I stand shivering In the cold and icy past My heart cries out i hope and just maybe you will see we need each desperately for love. other. -Bob Miller. David Withrow Summer Snow Julia sitting on a ch~ir eating grapes In the moonlight the essence of loneliness the wind in the trees through the glass is not felt is not heard, but photo by Gary Scholl starry heavens, still she shivers dark, endlessness space brightened shadows on the lawn here like snow make and the white moonlight there seem cold and the night by explosions of light, more lonely brilliant in their whiteness-c. Infinity. -R. N. Anderson the intense beauty is surpassed only by the eternity of it the expanse of a Bright sunbeam in the mind in love is beauty to behold. Curtains peeks, and sees a cup Of warm, amber tea. David Withrow -Dawn Campaign Little people, of three and four Live for nothing more Than a peanut butter sandwich Or a Saturday afternoon Where I've Been Oh, to be a child again (a storv.) And forget the world we have made Their message is clear But we refuse to hear. Only after scaling the wall Could he reflect upon the things below. Lynn There, perched high atop minutes ago, he could see clearly. hourglass sands How he's wandered into the place, How, enthralled, he bent to examine each bud and leaf; How he found each thorn and thicket. Yesterday I cried alone. Ah he saw it all. Today we laugh together' Be~uty, adolescent felicity, ~urmurs of past Tommorrow .1 will remember you and anxieties. '''"ine,lU,'''''' I will remember now we Memories the die Ran through fields of green, Quickly, while the sun caught Slid down hills of white flaky snow to be cast. And only when these memories ~: ~ce:mpered to the other side; Are gone and wept. You will be, too. Martha Barker Migosman _Tina