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*** 100,000 swallows inside blue glass canyon walls in downtown Tulsa, they turn. Here, it is gray. A Chevy Camaro..

*** Without her protecting tree the Pink Lady is helpless lying on the ground with her sisters. Bytes announce t..

*** The mandarins are in a sack. Easy peal of laughter as children play. Their Halosmorethan these treats transferr..

*** I got harddoing pushups, sit ups, pull ups. I became a nail. I got hammered, pounded, driven to find out ho..

***A poet is not the best choiceto dig a hole; a poet tends to digsideways and too deep.Occasionally a poet will strikea vein, not gold, ..

*** When the bat cracked against her skull, I knew I'd be blamed; I was holding it; I had swung it; I forgot to check ..

*** Life means vanilla ice cream. I'd like to try pistachio. Steam rises, not so Confederate South or ice cream unless you eat..

*** I took my time to perfect my work. At eighteen life stretches out to an unseen horizon. I filed each notch carefully, V..

*** Nosing around the yard, the dachshund discovered a mole. To a dog bred to hunt wolverines, the mole was a mouse to..

*** I like bourbon best; bourbon listens, really listens, not one ounce of judgment, doesn’t matter how it's s..