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We Rainy Days have a certain charm about us,
Our pitter-patter is like an orchestra
But We have more players, and instruments
And parts.
...

Little Daisy, espy:

This river starts somewhere
Goes somewhere – ends somewhere...
...

I love what I know that I don't know -
‘Tis darkness that gleans us light,
That tree in the distance looks oh so -
Chilled in an autumn sight,
...

I tire,
Like the grains of sand on a beach -
So lulled and at peace,
My lethargy overcomes
...

Out on the veranda
Death whispers in my name
Or I to it, see we
Are stark as starch, and deprived
...

One cannot help but gazing at the stars
Notice their verisimilitude, their dimness,
Lit through the smog from a distance,
Withstanding sympathy for the other effects of
...

I am from the this-a-cup and that-a-cup
Of lemonade and honeydew -
Betwixt the only remaining
Dried flowers of my childhood
...

Causality invited me casually
To meet the man, but I have no interest
In being made; he chuckled, and asked if I,
Not everywhere, perceiving triumvirates of old,
...

On this saints' eve, we exhort ourselves
To the fact: we may not return
From the edge of worlds;
We are not so distant.
...

Stoke Choke cloak bloke fluke?
"Periwinkle"
Stroll ol' dole knoll, gnome come
"Gone aft agley"
...

Soap has a place in High Fiction, my dear friends,
Contemporaries, cleaning agents, colleagues - admittedly
It is a slippery fellow, for making out to be such
A balanced base; First, we may take this chance
...

A skylight being one of the most enjoyable aspects of a library.
(A Prelude to "In the Rain You Called Yourself")

Did I say 'I love you, ' dear?
...

(A response to "In the Library Skylight")

Though sir, did I ever say 'I love you, '?
I never left nor promised you clear -
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I
If we take the drenched Sakura flowers in the trenches
To be the value of aesthetics,
Under one, laudable, radiant sun
...

Nothing looks good in the shadow of a mountain, when it's near,
The rolling slopes are minutely covered in trees,
Which are generally the tall, ashen pines, mourning their age -
More slender than the legs of any human, and more fair
...

The crows are flying in the rain,
There must be oil in their feathers;
The murder rings around the tree,
There must be something there to see.
...

The Lord of All Things lies in the
Giving giving giving,

Into receivership
...

Thursday is always rainy - like the name!
My mind gets rereleased in the cool air;
My fingers grow numb in the despondent afternoon
Whether or not there is to do
...

Is there no noise in space? too bad;
I've always wanted to hear, with visible proportion
The sound of a nation, changing its perspective;
The solar wind, basking in my hair;
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Nathaniel A.Wallace Biography

Hi. Please feel free to enjoy the writing. I received education at UBC, which is like a grammar school, except not. Bit of a homebody. Hope the writing is appreciable, and that you enjoy it! :) Have a nice day!)

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We Rainy Days have a certain charm about us,
Our pitter-patter is like an orchestra
But We have more players, and instruments
And parts.
Just walk outside to see:
People pushing slowly – past
In and out of perception
And We will Wet you;
Should inconsistency show
Wet-eyed evidence – I swear:
We just – that’s how We fall.
Though wishes of kitschy light
Will shatter into a full gamut
Of thought... theories –
Of guesswork.
Of hate?
No, We do not:
Shining Sun, limelight, dispelling;
They herald our return,
Our “Thanks Ehyeh – come again! ” later
Perhaps the plenipotentiary
May present a portent,
A proposition?
As these structures are impervious –
They cannot be touched
They do not
React.
Yet We still can so:
Drink in our placid positions
As our blood churns this blue-green Earth
That’s blurring, dreary to adamantine
But palpably, perhaps, pool an acceptance... for
When it Rains, it pours.

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