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It’s perfect nonsense to suggest that, be it venal or mortal, It announces itself with fanfare and hullabaloo, All but taking out a ..

The only question was whether they would kill me or not: All their fumbling and grappling with hooks and buttons, Hurried and unfocused,..

They’d signed on for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, Though they’d never dreamed that poor and sick Would arrive ..

We need more Martians, they nattered at me all the time, More monsters--people like to be scared, as if those callow youngsters, Growing up..

We’d known each other forever, or all the time that counted, anyways, Together from kindergarten on, riding the same bus ..

She has maintained a steadfast and prudent distance From places she would have to fabricate answers to tiresome inquiries: The ageless Re..

I’d heard a story in that proverbial once upon a time (Though its origins are hazy, at best, to me now: Perhaps something my son ..

He wears shorts that merit the term, old leather Converse All-Stars Cracked and faded as the berm of the back roads in this o..

He will allow, if you press him on the point, That it can be a hard go sometimes; Holsteins have no concept of weekends, he will say, Or..

She came to her particular station in life in some proverbial once upon a time, in the realm of some ancient king--perhaps one of the tr..