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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flick...
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Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,— call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in...
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As evening comes you let down your hair and seek out your lovers will. Inhibitions aside you are out of your lair A tigress who's out for the kill. No spoken desire just a savage need you sense he's ripe for attack. Your lustful smile with furious greed knowing he'll have nothing to give back. Forep...
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There are some that say, It's like watching grass grow, But to me its like putting my heart on hold. My hands are sweating, my throats in a lump, I wonder sometimes, if my heart will still pump. Can't look at the batter, can't look at the ump, Oh God, The coach gave the pitcher the bump. Here comes ...
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On this sad day, last year at this time, We lost our sweet dog; could hardly make rhymes, So missing this guy, with our hearts and our souls, We acquired Crackerjack, and we're on a new roll. On our toes he does keep us, not letting us down, Surprises and laughter, we get from this hound. As I writ...
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You can think I'm a liar, but don't give me a snub, When I tell you that I hunt bear with a club. We start out the day over the hill to McKee Camp, You will find the guys and a coffee, by the light of a lamp. There is hot cakes and honey, with tatter's and ham, and a couple eggs, You've got to eat ...
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Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their...
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Her father used to call her
"Leptir"
Which is Serbian for
Butterfly
Because she used to chase after the Monarchs
Flapping her chubby little girl arms
In an effort to fly just like them.
Now her thin hands flutter like
Butterflies
Working quickly
Over her project
Wh...
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Out in the dark and lonesome
in the woods and on the hills
To be here anytime
is how I get my thrills.
To feel a misty mornin'
damp upon my face -
To know that daylight's comin',
that night will leave no trace.
To stumble through the darkness
in the woods I know so well...
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There is another life in the distant lights,
we will share this very night.
Your eyes tell of a promise kept,
yet, forgotten in a moment's breath.
You are me, Jo. I am you.
With this love can we see it through.
Now, standing by my side, you see
the mist descending upon you...
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[ Songs Of The Out-o'-doors]
If you've never sat in the blazing sun
and prayed the gods for another run,
If you're not clean daft till the season's done
and the talk of the game is through,
If you've never joined in the bleachers' roar
at a double play or a daring score,
Don't...
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I am my Brother's keeper, not his jailor nor his guard,
But the keeper of his confidence, the guardian of his trust;
The one that he can turn to when the face of Fate is hard,
As I would hope to turn to him when I am in the dust.
I am my Brother's keeper, in his time of bitter n...
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Life can be hard sometimes But with God's love on your side The injustice that it put before you You will always manage to abide People may cast aspersions Try not to bear them ill They will in turn know what they've done And guilty they will feel Always review your emotions Try to see each side If ...
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Awakened at dawn by birds shrill squeals Invading my sleep my dreams they do steal The bright sunlight through the curtain's crack A breath of fresh sea air which is what we lack A stroll down the Prom now the sun was deceiving The chill in the air which the sea mist is leaving I observe the t...
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Old eyes
Orange hair
Orange poncho
High heels
I wonder at her confident brightness
pushing her cart past naive naked girls
who strategically compete with overflowing carts
of frozen fast pizzas and fries
I reach for the newspapers that catch these nude faces scowling
in...
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A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say. The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade's h...
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I've been so blessed it's hard for me To understand just why. Why me? Tho my path did sometimes stray, The blessings still did come my way. Mentors came when needed most To show the way when I was lost. And, whenever faith would wane, I would recall an old refrain. My Mother's words which were so tr...
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She remembers the way her mother loved marigolds,
the way her father vined his roses on the door
but can’t make bones of their years,
can’t plant them deep in
a plot to rest.
They come back up.
She thinks every generation must walk around w...
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I've seen the water break
upon a ragged stone
as it descends —
a raging torrent
rushing down
steep crags.
I've seen the stone
stand where it did —
it has ever been the same!
But, down the mountains,
past the stony crags,
the torrent has learnt
to flow ...
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When the wind blows her veil And uncovers her laughter I cease, I turn pale. When the wind blows her veil From the woes I bewail Of love and hereafter: When the wind blows her veil I cease, I turn pale. - D.H. Lawrence
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Hair-bleaching peroxide destroyed Jean Harlow’s scalp and forced her to wear wigs. Isadora Duncan’s opulent scarf choked her to death during a car ride.
David Herrle © All Rights Reserved
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Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
Lone as the sea, and deeper blue;
Loud in the night as a clock that ticks;
Longer-lived than the Wandering Jew.
Show me a love was done and through,
Tell me a kiss escaped its debt!
Son, to your death you'll pay your due —
Women and elepha...
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I think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not soon forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head, Nor all the tremulous things I said. You still will see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms a...
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If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley-but be The best little scrub by the side of the rill; Be a bush if you can't be a tree. If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass, And some highway happier make; If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass- But the liveliest...
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Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death e.e. cummings
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