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This poem is not about you,so relax. It's about some other exceptionally nakednymphette who touched me in that nervearea like a Japanese Samur..
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It was Thanksgiving morning.Mid-morning, to be exact.I remember it just like it was four years ago Thursday.I awoke, amazingly.Although, for my life, ..
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She said,"Not that I'm hatin’ on youbut you're thinkin' my job is toplacate you, and I'm thinkin’my job is to vacate you.I've seen the sit..
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To the great Terry Kath. For a man to have a voice like this in his 20s is a goddamn miracle.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NifeiFF2Ufo
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A flag was raisedand the pope puthis hand to hisforehead.An oldman cried into abouquetand candlesstayedlit on a sidewalk.A young woman keptfeeling her..
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Between summer’s mist and winter’s rain,the faceless, voiceless mourners recede into yesterday’s succor,engulfed in the waves which ..
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I wanna make an art-house film for an art-house crowd.There'll be no emotional climax, and it won't reach a clear conclusion.It'll be a fractured stor..
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Wherever he went he drew brazen stares.Rebellious, uninhibited character.Never wanted more than a conquest,never told a girl he wanted to have a relat..
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They say writers areshameless sons-of-b*****s,filled with hubris.Or maybe it was justNorman Mailer, who used to say that.I dunno.Anyway, I got a littl..
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