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/ / / My Dad told me to stay away / from the path / / Hell hath no fury / like a girl in red / but she'll lure you / with her basketfull / of goodies / / that's what my oul' fella said / / Of course, I had to look /
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Note: If you've never heard her voice, this is a link to it on 'YOU TUBE' / http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=0RblTczis9s / / . / They called you 'Dusty' / a
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The guy who took my beer / was more than a drunk / he was a swaggering asshole / / didn't even try to hide it' / or move away / rubbing in salt / to the fact / that the bar had been shut / for half an hour / / there was no point
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/ / / / Ah luv mah dawwg more 'n any man / or bitch - cawz hee luvs mee / laike men an' wimin' neever luv / - that's unconditionalle
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/ / Because we take so many things for granted / So often those we love and need the most / What's real within our lives can be supplante
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In all my days I never can recall
Great pride, so dented, going before a fall.
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/ I can read - and write as well / And scan and puntuate and spell / And naught makes me feel more at home / Than sitting to compose a poem / Words have always been my joy / e'er since I was a litt
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/ you are more / than sustenance / / you are more / than just dessert / / you are ethereal / intangible / elusive / / you are the ed
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/ Since we're so far apart / I'd like you to write me / no / not like that / I mean stick your / dirty little pen / in the ink-bottl
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/ / We waited so hard / for the softness of your coming / our love timeless and vast / stretched lonely / between our two horizons / like the Savannah / the beauty of it / terrible / like Africa’s beauty / our land thirstin
by Windhover
52 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 8 3:50 PM
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/ Fishnets so flagrantly fail to protect from the cold. / / Inspiring instead the intrigue of a story untold / / Send seeping and seet
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Up here on the mountain, / so early and so soon / after the rain / you can see the trees / breathing / / Listless wisps of floating fog / sail close to the hillsides / tell-tale trails of the forest's / furtive seething / / A mile
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/ / My world caved in today / Now all is darkness / Only the radio, chirping away. / How can they play / music? / Twelve thousand and co
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'Windows is Shutting Down' / I noticed it for some reason / It spoke to me / / I lost a friend here today. / / Virtuality shouldn't touch
by Windhover
92 words, 5 comments,
on May 14 5:22 PM
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/ "Girls are so stupid / I'm not playing this any more" / / "Well, I'm not playing war-games. / All
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/ / / He's got the poor mouth on him. / the last man in Ireland / with an outside loo / and no electricity / / he's proud of that
by Windhover
94 words, 9 comments,
on Apr 7 2:46 PM
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