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for Lorrie...maybe someday
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You say these are simple tasks
And don't seem too much to ask.
You want:
A shirt that's not wrinkled
Sheets powder-sprinkled
A meal that's hot
T..
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The gray truck floated in behind her like a ghost on the morning mist. She'd just checked her rear-view mirror seconds ago, and it hadn't been there. ..
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The moon was full that night,
shining down on us
reflecting like jewels in our sweat
cool grass crushed under hot skin
your body against mine
t..
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Untitled- need suggestions!
I took up with the boy first. I knew if I could win his heart, I would win Hers. She smelled of strong spirit, power, and..
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She had been a fool. She had befriended people that deep in her heart she knew she shouldn't have. She hadn't even really known them , and she had let..
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I curse you , scales, and the way you lie-
There's NO WAY I am one-six-five!
I've walked and walked and starved myself,
there are no cookies on my ..
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~ funny~
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Carries me to and fro
Like the Ocean's ebb and flow.
Picks me up and lays me down
makes me a peasant, hands me a crown.
Shakes me up and smoothes ..
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you come in, slam the door
stomp around on the floor
slam the microwave really loud
make enough noise for a crowd
talk in a voice that's boom- boo..
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