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Little girls kick their legswhen they sit on the couch with plastic covers.(We haven't had enough fun in this life)My sister kicked hers and now her m..
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for the witches among us.
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I am offeringfor FREE to thosewho are banging theirheads against the wall,pining over hearacheor lost love, all my lifelong, middle class misery.All m..
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for the 21st century
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for Martin Richard, killed by a bomb in the spring sunshine.
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For Dr. Issac Powell, my urologist.
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What I wish for is a river of my ownto drown in like Leanderat the crossing at Hellespont.And then make a warming firewith Hero, the angels of heat an..
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First it raced around my head.Then I raced around. Fidgetingthe delicate, five pearl buttonsthat I adorn and give attractive names to, evenbefore I st..
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sometimes our dreams relive the misery of heartbreak.but if you're lucky enough to be a poet,even one on weekends, you can glorify thenight and waif p..
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I practiced my Michael Jacksonmoves this morning.The ones where he rubs his thighsvertically and then humpsimaginary happiness.Now my shoulder hurts.I..
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