I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership
But I like the patter of the man selling flags and whistles, and the way the window wobbles when the happiness gets too crowded. I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership,
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Souvenir from Mexico
Papi opened his palm And offered me a lollipop. And I, timid as a new-born cactus Yet without spears, accepted. And I took it in my mouth Without knowing what it was.
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Salt On The Wound
Like salt Once stab It Burns Too bad It hurts To know The place Quite mad No cut Makes worse Or course More terse Then knowing All terrible Deeds Traversed Is pie In the sky
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THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART SIXTY SIX )
Families reunite.
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Working World
Now I watch from this one window As the ordinary world passes by. It doesn’t seem to need me now, Managing quite well on its own. Its days can start and dress themselves
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THE CHOSEN ONES ( PART SIXTY FIVE )
Family come together.
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Let's start again
Competition Entry
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Incident In Muttontown
thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife
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daymare 15
“You want me? well fucking well come and find me I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.” -from talk show host, by radiohead
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Never grown up
My tiny fingers hold on so tight, as my mother kisses me good night, and the light in the corner keeps me from the dark, the endless joy of bouncing in my airplane, which my parents hung
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