86 5 3
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106321
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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28043
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I used to dream about flying over the ocean in nothing but my shirt,
now I dream about driving through fucking Kentucky.
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164444
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She served him pie she knew was ruined.
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3000
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No more poetry for skanks
Thanks
Especially those in tanks
No more elegies or thanks
Just leave them for the ranks
No more drinking with the Hanks
No more poetry for skanks
Thanks
No more poetry for skanks
Enough with the banks
Tha
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144098
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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131211
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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1493106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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141065
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I know someone in need of healing.
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17071712
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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124254
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for that is righteousness / that to everyone be allowed his own choice
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1079126
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174243
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When I was a kid, I was terrified of dying in a bombing,
which is strange, really, because I lived in Long Island,
which has relatively few bombings to speak of.
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130243
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13321
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I can see her through the
pock marked stucco ceiling
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