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I live in the Grilled Pork Tenderloin
with Cabernet Mustard Sauce,
and she is a hard mistress if there ever was one.
So, go easy on me.
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1900
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If you too have been damaged in the behind, you know, kicked in the ass multiple times, metaphorically or otherwise, you are encouraged to come forward with the evidence, while the tracks are still fresh.
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1500
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Mirror, mirror, on whose wall?
Now we can’t even play foosball
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5400
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I slithered down in my seat and uttered a secret prayer, one known only to Americans like myself who live abroad. “Please, God,” I begged. “In the name of all that is holy I ask you. Please let him be Canadian.”
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I would love to believe
that this poem
might sell a poetry book
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73821
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2400
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She wanted to let Reg explain, to make it all make sense. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but her words always tangled like hairs in a drain.
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160010
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I've been struck with a bout of writer's block, struggling to get pen to page or finger to keyboard....So I make paper airplanes.
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101210
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Once upon a slime there was an Edenlike place that existed in outerspace all by itself. It was lonely, this little rock in space
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5610
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Filet mignon, is #1.
Jameson’s is next. Scotch.
Electric tools.
An iphone 4.
Gillette Mach 4 blades.
Axe deodorant for men.
Polo Ralph Lauren.
Let’s Rock Elmo.
Chanel #5.
And number 10: Nikes.
You wanna know what I got caught w
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263800
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All through their descent sequence K’var had nervous premonitions.
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5332
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Xmas poem the second
The one I never wrote
I typed upon a virtual page
Composed a mental note
Deck the halls with holly boughs
Dream of Xmas white
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4410
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He is frowning now. He is rubbing his head. “Yes,” he says. “I am thinking about its preposterousness. In fact, I am thinking of nothing but. You might even say I am pondering it. I am pondering the preponderance of its complete and utter preposterousnes
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I'm slim, baby, caramelized as a Slo-Poke buried in the fatty acids of some old dog's guts. The way they creep, frantic with finesse, free, locking their eyes in the dental mirror. It's wrong, maybe, but who'd dare to declaw them? Look at it from their angle, the one that…
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