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- Strange exotic birdin a strange exotic skyhow you ...
- James Joyce TalkButty mot,dressed in slops,Pfuiten...
- Turning thru men wornas old shoes, men whosit on t...
- Lingo To My MuseFlashing towards anotherthe roses ...
- Dawn comes,a cold frogturning to butterfly...
- The carousel,the one with thesilver horse, is stil...
- AgingRed roosteryourun downmy soul andyoucrow an...
- Kisses tell each other jokesabout how, when, where...
- Hibiscus,while we askyou flowerthe answerpale as p...
- The quiet, like fisherman twinein a torn net, heals.
- Missed all of Thursday--it had a derring do of clo...
- Lonelyas thesea.How sweettherainwashing me.
- Riding a gold galleon,with dark clouds as convoy,d...
- Better Than TheyPine needle cushioned,I hunt for t...
- There once was a maid, Cinderella,who married a pr...
- Gave my song love's dancethe moon a little penisne...
- Praise/curse (read:fear) the speed ofthe passing b...
- Quick July shower-like teen-age ballerinas,the Hib...
- The other room singsits mermaid song whichjuices t...
- As the squawk-box plays Mozarta smooth but tarred ...
- AmericanaHerald the white steedriding forward to t...
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