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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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What primal pulse propels
the starry dust to fill
the seeming void?
Throughout the vast expanding universe
that vibrant gust elates,
enthralls all
in its bursting blast.
What constant...
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"No animals were harmed
during the filming of this production"
American Humane Association 1980
Across the screen
a cowboy rides the plain.
We watched.
He stops.
I bounced on grandma's...
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lxxi
And when the Steward held the harp he cried,
"How did you get it? Please, I have to know!"
Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied
At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low
...
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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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liii
They hurried swiftly through the open gate.
Their hearts beat fast. They panted wet with sweat.
Thought it was scarcely safe, they couldn't wait.
They laughed and hugged. His lips...
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WTF?
Where the hell have we been all our lives?
The gold coin of youth miss-spent knowing what you think
you know. Thinking what we thought to think… Illusions
of...
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A Tempest in a Crackpot
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
A poke full of broken dreams, of schemes,
of fame fortune and worldly significance.
In a bag of...
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(Destiny is not an end, its a path traveled, carved in time, in a breath, in passion.)
Aint Got Time
Destinies destination is destined to be
desirous delightful and...
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Swallowing the Trash
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Indecent perception is a subjective reality...
Good and evil are myths exorcized
of conscience and...
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