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I guess anything ought to be fair game. I say so after experiences expressly designed to drive men bonkers. They entail rabbit holes. They know their cute noses and twitches and whiskers are explicitly irresistible. Thank someone managing the Universe … Continue reading

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observing nature

kitty cannot kill every bunny; they are not naked now as in winter and nature revisits lazy virtue; thus many a corpuscle is at rest. Or maybe crusades do not really work though the walking granny knots never learn – … Continue reading

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This Poet’s Predicament

Hemmed in an agenda jungle, herded on the writing of writhing barge while mountains green and brown, with lips and language talents, exchange quips, or they did exchange quips until the dark realists invaded and found talking mountains; and sedans … Continue reading

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my outer station on the internet

what is flight other than a swim and what is a stroll that isn’t a stream and who is a turk not byzantine Absolutism is a slavery and I am no colony citizen – not red, not black, carpenter or … Continue reading

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all due respect reply

I won’t swear it is wanking that wearies nor do I offer an opposite born from a dalliance in rancor. Merely saying a lacking may add weight as in the wilderness materials; as in strolling specimens in leggings.

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I know why my mojo goes away

Scram, skedaddle and shoo oh ye mood polluter annoying and vile. Well rah-rah you are preaching for your team – as do opponents whose numbers compete. Must be nice to never fret or second-guess every aspect of everything from the … Continue reading

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doubting revelry

Excuse me for my wayward attitude. You see I missed seminary ivy. You know there are such things as libraries; encyclopedias; or a sleek swift perched on a line, trilling, while watching the river slide by. And how do you … Continue reading

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