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In village Taraigh 'pon Tilhochsmoky swirls hiccup gaunt greyarms all akimbo waving,twirl an' sweep from stumpty stacks..peeping faces from chimneysat..
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'If infinity goes on and on, will you love me forever?'asked the rambling rose.'Only if you take the time to mince my food when I lose my teeth', repl..
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Seemingly 'neath a pale yellow shift,shoulder straps to insteps, caressingbare toes happy, she walked nakedknowing nobody cared a damn.'Phones at thei..
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Tis a glittering sunshine type of day,trees weeping six o'clock shower -a collander of why not spit-spot here.The grass is curling at three corners-ca..
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yesterday is what it was..
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wondering, worried, waiting..she sather words cobbling the view outside:crazed rushes of waves heaving the sea wallwhere once her grandpa sold his fis..
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Methinks in my female, delicate, tender, sweet-tempered mind thatwe human beings end up with the governments we deserveGone day that pride an' diploma..
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night drew back its curtains and showed us love
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Dusk smileswhispering'I'll scatter starsandvia their gloriousglitteringdustwill gift youtonight'sharvest'
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someone found words like this on a cracked tombstone bending towards the ground..
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