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So why, said he, is she slacking...
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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But she is snow-blind,
twice stunned by day and
the immediacy of white –
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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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Undercut by shadows you no longer see my hand in front of your face. Our dreams taunt us, an echo against the cold mute shore. Above, silver from extinguished stars gleams as if it were the source, not mere reflection -- the…
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Xmas!
Yuletide!
Chanukah!
Winter Solstice!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Don we now our gay apparel
Parody the Xmas carol.
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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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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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Dirty intimate feathers
They're not listened to by anyone
I can't hear the feathers in my mind
I can hear the breaking clattering thunder and the ambidextrous love
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A lot of people are like this--they thrive on On conflict My bartender is that way-she likes the Confrontation She wants to fight and argue and haggle And I never related to this In anyone Well, people are scared, or pretend to be Scared at the bar. Some…
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"You know what a hobo is, my young friend? Or a tramp? Or a bum? Well, I'll tell ya, 'cuz you'll meet all of 'em in yer life and it's a good thing to know since they are each one of 'em different and the difference is this. Bums sit around and loaf. T
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The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
soot-faced and yelling. . . .
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