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Friday, April 30, 2010

Immersion

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The emerald expanse was eager to dance as the wind whipped around every blade, provocative verve compelled me to swerve distracted when each...
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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Part

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We fleshy machines with limited means are used till we start to cost too many beans and then we’re replaced our numbers erased, just tossed ...
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Descent

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When tulips stretch to kiss the sky even a wretch as low as I can bask in the redemption drawing nigh a fertile time to try and sow before t...
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Friday, April 23, 2010

Dominance

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Disciples of Darwin deny a God while bangers belabor the path He trod but what adaptation can we embrace to purge the greed that stunts our ...
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Defect

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The giant grew weary (as larger types will) it’s tiresome lugging so much up the hill he found a new clucker (as meek as could be) to mot...
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Monday, April 19, 2010

Downfall

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The gooey amber curling strip that hangs above my head is filled with flies that used to zip but now just lay there dead and though I often ...
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Unpalatable

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Why bother today there’s nothing to say that anyone wants to hear anyway, I’m tired and broke my life is a joke as stale as these verses I e...
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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Irrelevant

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At least it passed without much fuss as if there should be any I had my loving family plus some friends (though not too many) we gobbled cak...
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Friday, April 09, 2010

Squirrely

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I can’t believe I go through this just to get my nuts I’d rather be a bum whose bliss is scoring half-smoked butts than pray I never feel th...
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Thursday, April 08, 2010

Condition

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His pleasant murmurs couldn’t erase the amount of chagrin upon his face, my litany of current ills induced a bout of drastic chills for all ...
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Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Eloquence

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When words are used to willfully wipe away the withering weight of woe we gratefully grapple one less gripe and gradually gracefully grow.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Shaft

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What does she crave a whiff of the grave? He’s got to be really endowed, but let’s not be coy it isn’t a toy that’s keeping this prospector ...
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Friday, March 19, 2010

Bagged

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They flutter in the breeze from scraggly weeds and trees these banners that proclaim a race devoid of shame.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010

Blemishes

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“For The People” they stump and cry until they win, then it’s I, I , I there’s no new tax they won’t invent to milk from each constituent t...
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Monday, March 15, 2010

Engarde

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Beware the most precocious sort that flip their fancy just for sport— don’t rush to hear your sabers clink until you know just what they thi...
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