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 "Fikske" He steps onto a waiting street a quick figure, pockets filled with all sorts of tools, each one borrowed from... [read more] |
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"as a child" I climbed a ladder once, held a saucepan skyward, and caught a piece of night still warm from someone’s wish... [read more] |
 What a schmuck! WTF? Like a lightning bolt has struck Why a case against Trump takes so long? Without fail. No, not jail Will justice... [read more] |
 The heartbreak would just be too much Hell to watch their shared Heaven unfold Every dream I had of him and me slowly crushed Revenge my onl... [read more] |
 Hazel eyes I could lost in them Hazel eyes I could fall in love with as I look into them Those Hazel eyes that hide so much behind them wait... [read more] |
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There once was a gal Jenny Sue Who didn't know what to do When one morning she lost all power Didn't return for over an hour... [read more] |
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He was writer of a rag called The Daily Bread. He covered and uncovered niche stories from all over the globe plus a few... [read more] |
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saw it on a bumpersticker once... the best explanation, interpretation, clarification for GOD I've he... [read more] |
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JUST IN TIME TO SAVE THE DAY BEFORE THEY TAKE THE SUN AWAY BLOCKING IT WITH SO MUCH CRAP HOW DO THEY GET AWAY WITH THAT WE MUST OUTLAW... [read more] |
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There was a young man named Steven True love was what Steven believed in But the gals he would meet No matter how sweet Eventually wou... [read more] |
 Is it enough to love? Or is love never enough? Sometimes it is. More often, it isn’t. Maybe time is all we need. Is it enough to brea... [read more] |
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"cinematic Alba" Mist lifts from lush hills like a curtain rising on an old, waiting stage. Stone stores stories close, but win... [read more] |
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"middle of the night” A streetlight flickers in a colourthe city didn’t approve —a kind of bruised y... [read more] |
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anonymous i read the poems ... [read more] |
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"my name" i liked the sound of my name only after she used it ... [read more] |