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love,
what a load of bollocks.
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she has silly, random thoughts,
the girl with the bunny poop brain,
always smiling,
always laughing,
always not really thinking about her next
tr..
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almost.
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by the time the day was through,
i found myself
with an empty bookshelf,
void of covers and pages
and words.
void of thoughts and ideas,
of men ..
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she's slow and methodical,
but always hums a little tune.
she whispers to cats
and has a voice to match
when she pushes white keys.
she only slee..
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my feet
make a rhythmic pat
on the wet sand
as i run
at the beach's foot
through the morning air.
a thick fog
hides where i'm going
and from w..
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aquatic ingredients:
1 native stone harbor crab (lady or ghost)
3 mole crabs
8 assorted dolphins
4 assorted large sharks
1 sand shark
1 each dec..
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as another day surrenders
and night begins to grow,
i stand quietly on the shore
looking out toward the restless sea,
allowing the water
to slowl..
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beneath the silly waves
that quietly thunder above,
lives a serious little crab
who spends his days
waltzing on the sandy floor.
his determined f..
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busy, busy bee,
playing with people's teeth
and laughing for the same.
she wears white so softly
and smiles with sleeping eyes,
caring much moret..
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