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O Scary SwedeO scary Swede, why stare at mewhile you vacuum that floor so shiny?All tatted up, your eyes you could shut, just a little,the bulging is ..
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That PathThe dewdrops sing a chorus mean,of silver, on beds of vivid green,and I notice a trail.A slug's path winding, and frail.I must follow this pa..
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Just a poem that makes me laugh...
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Our LoveI hear your footsteps steady,My love, myself made ready,as you take me places meant,for me only, we lie spent.My heart, your one desire,our lo..
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A person is unique,with a spirit all their own.That's what makes them who they are,for it's how their known.They place a certain spacebetwixt themselv..
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The WeatherThe crickets sang an awful tune upon Spring's eve.They used to harmonize perfectly.Scratching, grating, unrelenting fervor,the frogs join i..
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Where will this take me?to the moon or to the sea,Let the wind decide.
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This is my first "chapter" of sorts, like I mentioned this is all rolling about, we will see where it goes. :)
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"There now," she awoke to him offering her a Bayer asprin packet and a small glass of water. Thankful her eyes were rebellious, if they opened, he'd ..
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HellOh righteous creatures,with angelic features,yet underneath is death and maul.Clutching and forcing,manipulating, coercing,she'd never have a life..
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