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Under her leather confines.Under her leather confineslies a world hidden from view.When she putthe lettercapital Minto the word sack,stinging.He follo..
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Hey man!Hey man!Can you feel the vibes?It's a groove thing.The best way to sell musicis from the soul.Dig it!Now...... pass me the bong!Oh yeah b..
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A few words.As the hands of timeturn.............drawing near to his finality.All his favourite recollectionsare being read and spreadon his epitaph."..
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amusing oneself with comic intent.
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Really! Who is it this time?The door knocker breaksthe solitude.The banging resounding,echoes down the hallwayonce silent.The intrusionunannouncedleft..
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Over reactionWhen no pointcame to a head.The Message.What was the fuss about?All has passed.Pointless.
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I don't know why?My thoughts were not only scannedthey were photocopied,framed, remembered, saved.Prodded, twisted, pokedfor more information,interrog..
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Astral travel.As my thoughtsbranch outto galaxies far,the nebulaof my eye discovers.Day dreaming,coming back to Earthintimate thoughtsmingle on cloud ..
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The measured.One could notmeasure the immeasurable.I mean."How long is a piece of string?"Some people say." You have enough rope to hang yourself."But..
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The Now! There was no time like the present, the now. It was all the time ..
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