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she is a mountain of jewels a siren of callings a jolt of pure energy a landmark of precedence a love of a life she will last forever ...

dawn approached and there was no more faceless man that knocked at my door i wonder where he went, under a shoe or a pine cone or a pencil ...

the perfect story won't be written on papyus nor husk no fancy machine that won't type r's no pen and inkwell with blood in...

Where the grass grows green, where my rosebud lays, so gentle a sweet blossoms in May on Wallace's grove the men they fight for f...

I thought I had made a mistake but it was my silly willy computer that made the error. It picked something for me that I didn't not choo...

Theatrics in a suburban home wonder of amazement the children's gold he swash buckles until is told off to bed and the mommy and dadd...

The faceless entity flew by the other day. He was an other no doubt near the end of his prime. His 40's. Such a tender age. How could he...