Drama

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Wild Women (Don’t Trust the...

Dedicated to an old friend, the best pilot in the country, H.

Wild Women (Don’t Trust the Doctors)

I was once a domestic woman who slept at the foot of the doctor’s bed like a cat.

One day, a war...

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Please come join me in...

Please come join me in spirit if not in body...

regarding my resumption
of daily/mostly nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...

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IS IT A HAT THING?

Who's next to hold the Pickle Jar?

Seems like it's been passed more than Diddydiddycomahoo......

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Everyone nose, especially...

Everyone nose, especially Al R. Gee, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse
videre licet punster mocker feels gratitude
courtesy Kaitlyn...

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WHERE DID THE MEMO GO?

WHERE DID THE MEMO GO?

We heard the message?

Why did only one side hear it?

Their side didn't and it's that side...

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A Coqui Ángel Guardián

Rest In Paradise Tío José

A Coqui Ángel Guardián

"El Coqui Ángel Guardián"
Algo tan chiquito, pero a la misma vez un gigante amado por la gente de...

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I aim to live in the here ...

I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now...

despite entrenched familiar
obsessive compulsive disorder behavior
distracting me courtesy...

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Unorthodox...

Describes celibate bent aegis.
Mein kampf illustrates gravitas.

Underdog muted lest...

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I Am Delicious

I Am Delicious

I am delicious
God’s mistake to put a carnivore in a meat store
I am insatiable
The...

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Santa Muerte's kiss

Santa Muerte's kiss

In shadows where the candles gleam,
She walks between the world’s soft seam.

No fear can...

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WAS IT ALL AN ACT?

WAS IT ALL AN ACT?

What genre is this?

Some call it Elder Abuse...

Was it all just a plan?

Is it just...

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I Dreamed I Was Old

Villanelle

I Dreamed I Was Old

I dreamed I was old when I was a child,
The sun’s crimson hues died as moon was born,
To...

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traces

traces

it is not the things
that I strive to remember
that sadden me and
make me cry
...

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STILL ENJOY YOUR PARK?

STILL ENJOY YOUR PARK?

Quiet moments can be stolen and no one gets hurt...

Maybe, A Picnic?

Have you done that...

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FINE, I'LL DO IT

FINE, I'LL DO IT

Seriously, how difficult can it really be?

Watching the one you have now...

How is that...

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I stand proud with pride...

I stand proud with pride...

exuding suave debonair air
plus head and shoulders taller
(than the empire state building -...

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FOUR SEASONS

of our Lives

FOUR SEASONS

SPRING
The first bud to greet dawn and leap into the arms of life
will develop leaves if the...