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 Victory for a nation if you just use your voice One vote can change the fate all of all There's no excuse for staying home silent It cost no... [read more] |
 I am the son who finally escaped... O scantily clad summer nights O Shanty those sights That befell before the fall You raised me, you... [read more] |
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Haunted, the evidence stll speaks All this time waiting to be heard Lingering ghosts of the past reach out Listen and maybe you will catch a... [read more] |
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Victory and freedom only are given if enough voices rise up One afer another The powers that be must understand It is destiny manifest No wa... [read more] |
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There once was a man named Pete The nicest man you'd wanna meet When he was told his cholesterol Was dangerously off the wall Pete decided h... [read more] |
 “Who are you?” the screen winked. Taking the last bite of salmon from my plate, pushing a charbroiled bit of broccoli to... [read more] |
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Boris complained to his girlfriend Delores 'I never can find your clitoris When we're in bed, in the dark It's where? I'm in the ballpark? I... [read more] |
 أبريقك الفضّة هل كنتْ منّو زمان تشربْ و تتوضّا و مرّات تسقي فيه الوردْ عالشبّاك و شتلة حبق غضّة و عصفورة النهرينْ إلها بعد تخمينْ م... [read more] |
 With so much beauty all around…a beauty of which I am perfectly aware I try to enjoy each tiny piece for it’s uniqueness…I try not to... [read more] |
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Sit in the electric chair if you dare open the screen a slasher scene MARRIED!?!!! 2500 Volts Lightning jolts fro... [read more] |
 It was 1986 when I met the boy I would remember, His fair skin, apricot eyes, and thin arms still somewhere in my mind. We were children the... [read more] |
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WHAT I WANT I want to be a Dervish dancer And give myself a whirl I want to find a cure for cancer Eat scones and ask you to be my gi... [read more] |
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DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO LOVE TOO MUCH I write to those who gave their power away And feel empty inside for doing so; Because they took... [read more] |
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Chronicler of Love Do you remember when we became lovers? Moonbeams Were like recording angels under the forest canopy and Filmed our first... [read more] |