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I have this theory...
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What goes around, comes around.
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Oh the words we should have said! They seem to come too late...
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The Don Juans of the world play at their sport until they are too old and then too lonely.
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Years of hard drinking had driven him to seed. He slept under cardboard on the coldest New York City nights, and his days were taken up begging ..
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How easily we can become obsessed!
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A
Bee:
Crashed,
Dazedly
Embroiled,
Fumbling
Gallantly,
Heroically
In
Joyless
Kicking;
Left
Marooned,
Nectarless,
Open
Pre..
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After the hullabaloo,
the tickertape shower,
myriad hoarse voices
Now silent as bird breath,
after the dead are laid
finally to rest,
pa..
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We send soldiers off to war to preserve our freedom, but often they return home unable to transform themselves back from the military beast they are t..
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It's sad to realize there are levels of society and few care enough for the one on the bottom.
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