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 I always thought she was one of those bitches with men with big cars and big voices and a look to die for always happy couple... [read more] |
 Condemned to lookat the moon without blinking.You cannot cry once.*Never wanted tobecome a stranger, sucked inby the weeping cherry.*The fac... [read more] |
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You failed yourself,when I was done with the depthof the sea for truth.*You were not being in―hurricane, when doorkeeper slept,without any b... [read more] |
 "The poet "has only the formulations of midnight." ---Wallace Stevens, "Reply To Papini" The stetson hat, scuffed boots, and new flannel sh... [read more] |
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Your uncouth lack of civil courtesy--- with your incompetence and perfidy--- have now affected my whole family, and brought our happy home t... [read more] |
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There is something about Angela In the way that she walks, She holds her head high, Even though people talk, Downtown against the glare Of t... [read more] |
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I am a flawed Christian; my impudence is something of which I always repent. (Perhaps God will take it from me, next Lent.) My much expresse... [read more] |