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there are things like these,blithe and poisonous that well uplike testis in the August sun. And sometimes,on the days when I am saddest,I list the thi..
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We need our girls,because we need whistles blown. Kites flown.Grapes in distant vinyards grown.Knees on a park bench shown. Corn dropped on that road ..
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First,poems mean I had no one to talk to last night.Then morning came on Newton as theenemy of spiritual truth. There are no planets. Just elfish gray..
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Maybe it's true and i'm really not worth a s**t.Hours spent at the Dodge plant, eating hoagiesat "Laura'sbreakfast anytime dining", has mademe too ful..
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Each time,when me and Martin met, we droppedto one knee, close to the groundto where the marbles laystill in circles drawn in the earth. Hecarried in ..
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august 2012
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for my mother.
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Life will be just as we imagined.All cotton and vertical. Atom and reference lines.The sweet azimuth of fixed points;the mythological s**t of astrolog..
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Could it mean anything?We are heavier than 43 now. Our shoulderslike biscuits, ICY-HOTand flowered faena.Sex: The bathetic mud-puddlewe crawl to.But w..
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after my conversation with Linda.
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