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To wonder. �Do I dare?� and, �Do I dare?�
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot ..
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Dinner was bliss, shrimp cocktails and breadsticks served by a dark haired babe with swishing legs precisely at eight. Women exercising that gender..
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Walking through Prague just as the chapel eclipsed the sun, I was humming a riff and enjoying both a full belly and a casual saunter before ho..
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Push mutters "Gerb plug" undr his breth, slowly with precision, not knowing what he sed and what it might have ment. Just sputters, then berps real l..
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It is an interest, warping worlds with words
While cascading textures of thought deplete
Themselves in rough rhythms, prose, myth, life;
Till the d..
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The overcast morning had showed kindness to a few lemon chiffon rays, but by midday the sky sizzled with sparks and spit as Erksine Q. rushed up the s..
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[center]�I alone knew nothing, and a great conspiracy
Of books and people hid the truth from me.�
-John Shade, [i]Pale Fire[..
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Same bit: dabbler scribbles a four stanza verse regarding oceans,
Staring at plump seagulls and bathing beauties in swimming attire,
Describes in de..
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not a centaur but still a centaur
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Here the story begins: the last three pages turned over to a conclusive period waiting at the end of a chapter (the cover falling closed, the story at..
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