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Kissed Wrist
by elvis sinatra
She tattooed his name on her wristSo she would never forget;She put his face there tooClose but just a little offset! Every day she would kiss her fingerAnd deliver it to her little wrist man;He would always accept it gratefullyLike only a little wrist man can!  
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Two Weeks
by elvis sinatra
Seven days agoHe was ready for the week;Seven days from nowHe doesn't want to be weak! It's just fourteen daysThat come now and then;That's less than fifteenBut four more than ten! A week from nowIt will all be behind;Just another memoryTo fill up the mind! Seven days agoHe was ready for the week;Seven days from nowHe doesn't want…
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napoleon
by Jim Bellamy
 A cold and mad, descried and crying king,-red rinses through the hairs that dull the face and flowdown through public lairs,- the flower from which the slowbust into bloom as sour as love must grow.But dream-like in logic, this feinting wasteland isas blind inside the blood as any emperor may,-an army of bolsterers and their…
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blind as the ball of the breath
by Jim Bellamy
 Blind as the ball of breath, this demon summer,daughtered as the sticks of war, contends love's proof;the airless lore of lordless, breathless rhythmas real and rent within as light uncouth.Blind as the ball of breath, this demon season,daughtered as the sticks of loving, shends all love away;the heirless maw of lordless, breathless rhythmas real and…
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breaking away?
by Jim Bellamy
  LET us resent the urger's irons -his keys are no good to us now;let us sign a blue day and kettle our wayswith picnic embrasures of latterstray climes;no thing need grind nor creep intenta factor fatter than fine.Come, let us print our final, I'm Charrrmed!Don't you see?-           The whole family awaits you....How laundered I reel…
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the britons
by Jim Bellamy
 In their bootless dreams among stuffed and angry sluices,wet amid the tears and the cauls of timeless rage,beneath the football coach and the sofa in residual,haggling, bickering by, the Britons take the stage.Theirs is as sleek as Cambridge, but obfuscates in France:pompous as a polyglot, aggressively loud tongued,welter-worn through suffrage, insufferably bad,awkward on the terraces,…
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Somebody Somewhere
by sunburned
Did you ever wonder why life is set for twenty four hours?Filled with incidents non ceasing?Accentuated  by happiness and sadness?So do I. 
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Lun the bloom of the loon
by azzow2
Robust combustion of conviction, rust of lust can drive you nuts, consumption is no exception for conviction, relinquish your past it has no class, relax your mind in time it will become divine, share the dare of being kind, unwind the ball of twine in you mind, levy the ready and make them wise, understand…
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pipe dreams
by River.Ophelia
pennies from heavengilded wishing welllover's locks on bridgesain't love grand & swell? no mention of life's hardshipshurt and pain glossed overold rusty broken promisesdisillusionment under cover
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stench
by River.Ophelia
watching from the iron wingstheir mouths drooling with jealousieswaiting for their turnto strip me of all dignitiesmy success hidden behind the veilslike beasts they reek their revengesuits and smiles may cover the menunderneath lies the real stench
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