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I went into the staff room
on my break.
I opened up the 'fridge and
got inside.
The door slammed shut.
That made the bottles shake.
Good sign at least,
the light stayed on.
I tried but...
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It was hot today, 100 degrees someone said. That is hard to imagine, but it was so. Sometimes in unusual weather what is created is an unusual day, since the extreme leads to a chance to see...
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Reid Baer CONFESSES to Margo Rose Ferderer “My Bad”
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My Bad
By Reid Baer
I become angry when you don’t
get the quintessential meaning
of my...
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Back there are storage rooms
crammed to the beams
with trunks of costumes,
coats, and shoes and hats,
old scripts and notes in boxes,
powders, creams and
tables, chairs and
thickly painted...
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How dare you?
You thought,
no, you assumed
I would...
because you did
that I might too.
And if I don't?
Just because you flirt at bookstores,
wander the library stacks,
scan the trade at...
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i like this poetry visualized thing it works ...
so Like I wrote a poem about this image prosetry - poem+prose with this image
in mind ...
I did this image in Gimp 2.4...
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The tickle
of each sensuous delight,
the public joke,
the private jest all seem
like drunkenness and
yield bold laughter,
bright enough
to bring one's straining eyes
to stream.
To mask...
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Once Pan, the God of mischief and of mirth,
Conceived a plan the mortals to dismay.
Argatos bred the saddest folk on earth.
It's there they say the men complained all day.
So Pan their prayers...
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