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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] |
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you are a pitcher of innocence with a good follow through and a wicked curve ball that i swing at when the count is full hoping it won't dro... [read more] |
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beware of the man that dances to the rhythm of a bug bouncing against a lampshade so appealing is your smile after something i say... [read more] |
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Thank you, Lord, for touching me I love you very much. But I still don't think I'd make it Without your precious touch. At times when all a... [read more] |
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home is the place you know the quickest way to your eyes are screenplays to write with out new cliches i have nothing draw me pic... [read more] |
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too many dreams are left unslept under my eyes it's been a long time since my fingers smelled like i was never going to lose again still... [read more] |
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My child, did I not tell you It is written in My Word? There is no man who's greater Than your God in this whole Earth. And is my hand now s... [read more] |