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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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Aaaaah Yes!Arousal brewsfrom scented skin.a taste so sweetliqueur-ed lipscushions the blowsof frantic urges;wet, encircling,passionate pashers.That ki..
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Le Penseur The Thinker.Chipping awayat his thoughts,a statue of stonecame to mind,thinking.Too bad it was a copyThe real one,........ bronze,fetched f..
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Must be this one!I've rubbed many a lampfor that Genie.Just for three wishes!Who said you reapwhat you sow?Maybe it's this one?Nope!Two thousand to go..
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