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dawn mist lifted arrow nocked in the
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The last cricket of autumn chirps forlorn in his lateness,
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Shaken, the lumberyard office
said,
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It's Friday... I'm in love.
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The air came alive-- it wasn't always so--
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I lived for moments
of pastoral beauty,
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As I highway-hurtled, singing from that life to the next
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Sitting, standing, lying down,
kneeling, bowing, lying down
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One-point-six million miles a day
365 days
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Five kids, the dogs, seven cars--
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Is fifty too late to lament the
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On an absurdly baroque Carousel,
a sickly scholar
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Viva Mexico, where I became man.
No. Not 'a man,' just 'man.'
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Last night's first thousand thoughts of you seared
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Birds sing and the world turns and turns but each and every turn seemed to turn you my way.
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Hope recedes along a spiraling spring,
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Orange the day we met
your hair falls across
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Squoze my thighs, Ran for the head, darling
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Since Darwin's day
our mortal clay
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The last drops of my coffee exhausted
I sat lost in thought, hypnotized,
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YOU GOT ME TO THE ALTAR
BUT MY HEAD WAS FILLED WITH DOUBT
by NeedaMuse
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 20 11:44 PM 2007. In Life
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My house was the poem, really...
Its unenchanted base was
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How shall I choose, Oh Lord?
Shall I take dominion over the earth,
by NeedaMuse
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 7 11:59 AM 2007
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I am Anna. I'm a whore With implants too big to ignore
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Fatique and ennui sap my motivation. Listening to the little Frenchman tires me.
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