Posted by Brad Osborne on December 7, 2022 · 11 Comments
You have resurrected the man,
Saved a parched and dying land…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 12, 2022 · 12 Comments
Your words in lovely ink,
Photo that does not blink…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 24, 2022 · 5 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 30, 2021 · 18 Comments
You have resurrected the man,
Saved a parched and dying land…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 30, 2021 · 17 Comments
Your words in lovely ink,
Photo that does not blink…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 7, 2021 · 20 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 27, 2020 · 16 Comments
You have resurrected the man,
Saved a parched and dying land…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 11, 2020 · 18 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on April 27, 2020 · 35 Comments
Your words in lovely ink,
Photo that does not blink…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 16, 2020 · 8 Comments
As incantations blew in the wind,
With whimsical words spoken low,
Chanted breeze caressed each limb…
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