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(" My dear Mrs. Roberts:I am afraid that I have never been a veryuseful member of the Daughters of theAmerican Revolution, so I know it willmake very ..
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Can I speak about the pain of lossand yet the beauty of love in spite of that pain?Each person feels winter in his or her own way.I kept those words o..
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SORRY.I happen to champion the spirit of the downtrodden.The spirit of UNHAPPINESS.This is because 94 percent of timei'm unhappy.Two percent is bliss...
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I fell asleep this morning with theinsistent gray wolves howling in the nightfallwith you, that sassafras blouse carousal in color,subtle pleasing. Kn..
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The icing on my daughters cake is a mischling of the first degreeand there is no safe place to run, no bunker to hide in waiting for the break in the ..
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Those faint narrow lines on the planet Marsseen thru 50's telescopes and are thought by someto be canals built by Martians, weren't neverthe roses of ..
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each autum nightwhen my prostate resembles the mosiacof daydreams and memories,the fragment morning sicknessand your vomit in the herb shrubs;the moss..
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What poem means is that you don't want yourbabies to be concieved in dimly lit cold rooms orin the backseat of cars with the engine runningfrom the AM..
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When they said ''hard time",they didn't mean we would do it together,touching shadows, matching fingers and palmsthru the plexiglass. Pretending as if..
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And I remember a violent pullingof convulse, wrenching as of a bodyparoxysm.And there was a tossinga turning, to and frowith some air and savageryunta..
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