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WE PAY THESE PEOPLE

We pay for their shopping trips...

We pay for their fake trials...

We pay for their...

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Please Michelle Obama...

Please Michelle Obama...

can you save American democracy?

I highly hugely grant
Barack Hussein belated kudos
...

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ESSENTIALS

WHEN YOU GO ON A VACATION,
OR DAY TRIP, OR JUST OUT AND ABOUT
YOU SHOULD HAVE ESSENTIALS

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STRANGE BUT TRUE

LIFE IS STRANGE,
BUT TRUE
YOU NEVER,
KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE GOING,
TO GET.,

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ILLUSTRATIONS IN MY MIND

I THINK BACK WHEN I WAS A CHILD, MY GRANDMOTHER SENT ME TO
THE GARDEN TO PICK CONCORD GRAPES, WHEN I...

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The Remedy To All Things

Good Decisions

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From Head Over Heels to...

Regrets A Vent

From Head Over Heels to Never Again

Where to start,
(Just stop)
Maybe from the heart?
(or from the pits of hell)
I...

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The Monster that comes and...

No

The Monster that comes and tickles my toes

I was trying to sleep but I couldn't breathe,
I was crying and I felt the breeze flowing through my...

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Short Journey.

Hark dear angel take me home.
So beside the lord my soul can peacefully roam.
My time on...

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The Whole of A Woman Shared

a song for mistresses everywhere

Sitting there like that
with your legs
slightly parted and your
lips tightly closed...

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It Ain’t Over Till The Fat...

I have done.
My part.
Now it is.
Time for.
Your part.
To continue....

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SAHARA SANDS

SAHARA SANDS

A verse inspired by a song " Waterloo sunset "

A muddy old river
To Westbrook bay in...

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I LOVE YOU ANTHONY

Husband

I LOVE YOU ANTHONY

It's you , I knew, I wanted all along,
i knew from the beginning that we're not wrong,

I...

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Over The Balcony

Over The Balcony

Over The Balcony
we stand
like a Cesar or
a Napoleon
looking down
at...

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Kiss of Death...

Kiss of Death...

Quietus speaks the words of his prey,
Silence bestow the gift of darkened dreams,
Fragile...

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THE TRUE MISS AMERICA

THE TRUE MISS AMERICA

She knew from the songs of her childhood...

Singing the words and trying to understand at 6 years...

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Closed Sundays

doors close on Sundays
no books to read in New York
just cold rocks to kick