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 Am I really what they're saying? Ill-tempered, sharp-tongued, and mean? If I am, I surely don't want to be. Are they really as hurt as they... [read more] |
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In the quiet midnight Moonbeams slipping through the pane, I lie at peace and listen To the spattering of rain. The newsman said it's probab... [read more] |
 die dag is drie gedigte lank: die oopmaak van oë en deure die verruklike volg van God se goue spinsel die papiebruin wag... [read more] |
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I got the flowers You sent me. They looked lovely in the sun. And all day long they whispered, "You're my very favorite one." I saw the man... [read more] |
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I like to wake up bright and early To a house that's quiet and still, With the fresh morning sun kind of dancing, Through the curtains that... [read more] |
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When winter has blustered its last harsh blow, And no ice can be seen on the pane, When the house doesn't chill as the fire dies low, And th... [read more] |
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Someday in the future I'll get my life-long wish. I'll look into my sink and find Not one soiled glass or dish. My floors will all be spotle... [read more] |
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"There is no rose without a thorn," The old French proverb goes. But apply that adage unto me, And I'm more thorn than rose. I feel a kinsh... [read more] |
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My mind knows that I should be cleaning. My house is a terrible mess. But the bird in my window keeps singing, And I know somewhere near the... [read more] |
 i went to the corner to this drug store i bought 3 paint brushes 2 rolls of masking tape a playboy some sand paper and a gallon of paint thi... [read more] |
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I walked across the ground today, Where I once raked and swept, Where I carried wood, and picked up ro... [read more] |
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the whole world is crazy you'd be a fool to deny it i'm at a bar thinking how much nitrous oxide is in that girls hair i romanticize the w... [read more] |
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more romantic then the candle light dinners i could watch in your eyes more then silk shirts i could unbutton at 2 am more then slow danci... [read more] |
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forgive me i am the little boy that dances around your daughter in parking lots i am fond of her purity which i mistake for innocence and... [read more] |
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in the winnebago of our imagination we embrace your glans and mine meet in a furry maze of desire creativity is a must as we exchange tit... [read more] |