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***
The
bike was a Kawasaki
but
I'm throwing no blame that way.
It
was my own fault entirely.
I
knew what I was doing,
cour..
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***
My
God, is there anything better
than
knee-high socks and a plaid skirt
bunched
up around her waist,
panties
hanging from the..
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***
I've
counted decades that passed
in
the blink of an eye, but
I
didn't have bullets flying past
and
no bombs fallin..
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***
I've
never been to Rome until now
but
here I am
a
gray-haired wanderer, a child
dumbfounded
by Bernini, wanting
..
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***
The
myth
is
one of thorns
and
scratches
blood
dripping
into
a chalice
and
drunk. How odd
these
stories
childhood
surv..
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***
Today
begins hunting season
for
muses, but I gave away my
arrows
and my
bow and I
won't
be
buying more:
I
don't ..
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***
Big
Daddy didn't raise no foolish girls
the
kind takes on those lying lowlife boys.
No
chance a pig like you will touch my pearl.
T..
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I
doubt I dream of Louise tonight.
I didn't know her,
although
I knew her words ----
no,
that's not right ----
I
knew her thou..
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I said I'm
sorry, but I guess that account is overdrawn,
and the fee
for the overdraft won't cover the cost of the hurt.
..
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***
My
parents were both teachers
with
little in the way of wealth, Dad preached
the
gospel of reading to my brother and..
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