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You never knew I was waiting
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Crazy Little Piece o' Thunder

Crazy little piece o' thunder, ya, she was. Pretty, blonde, blue-eyed, happy even after she was done with that round of green, orange, and yellow...
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Overrated Expectations

What do you think of when darkness comes
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Loveable Rocky Bennet-10

Part of a group of poems about an imaginary Poetry Reading.(Read in order by #s)
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Jeremiah Constant-9

Part of a group of poems about an imaginary Poetry Reading.(Read in order by #s)
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Robertson, Aubrey-6

Part of a group of poems about an imaginary Poetry Reading.(Read in order by #s)
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Cara Sust-7

Part of a group of poems about an imaginary Poetry Reading.(Read in order by #s)
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X-Happiness

My lover left in the middle of the growing darkness. He never said goodbye, never waved, just opened up the door, stepped outside, and left. I'm...
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Violinist, Frightened

A violinist plays beside me, as I eat dinner with my black knight. Oh, how we feasted. On those fettucini shells I fed you, on that scrumptious...
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Quantum Nothing

Strange cubist poetry.
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Only a Babystep

Why are you afraid, darling? It's just one little babystep, like when you were little and your heart ran on an adventure ahead of you, and you...
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Rubbish

A doorman's quest for dignity
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If I had kissed

Ever had an urge....&;#063;
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Prawn Man

a man who will sit there and spit won't be selling many prawns
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Mud pies

It's about mud
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Start the day

I was walking to work. The traditional fair had come to town. I couldn't settle.
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Fire Flies

Just a poem...
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Nice Cup of Tea

This story was entered recently for a short story competition. It didn't win! She opened her eyes. It was pitch black, so dark that in those first...
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Jolly Killers

The muse shifts and turns in her crazy sleep. Her body straining against the covers, as if each fiber of the white sheet is holding onto her so she...
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Knight

Gently, the black knight took my hand, palms touching palms, fingertips brushing fingertips, in this ecstasy of human contact. "Come, dance with me,...

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