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Let's hear it for the spirit. Now lift your voice in song. But if your arm's too weak, my friend, You'd best not sing along. ..

Back here are storage rooms crammed to the beams with trunks of costumes, coats, and shoes and hats, old scripts an..

I'm not sure you'll get this. I'm not sure I care. As if you care! Who knows! This is just to tell you that I broke that dish ..

I went into the staff room on my break. I opened up the 'frige and got inside. The door slammed shut. That made the bottles sha..

How strong it is, this feeling of regret, You long to see the lands and loves you've known. (For Eden's flowers fade if you forget) I..

Oh mighty fallen Titan, once so great, With ancient purple cheeks now cracked by tears, Has fatal time so caught thee through ..

I stroke the glossy spreads of dimpled skin. The flesh so ripe I almost smell and bite. Compulsion, passion, curse, addiction..

My leaven makes my muffins rise. My eggs are never runny My pudding could take any prize. My secret? Not for money. Hush! There..

I envy them. I watch them serve, receive. The forehand, backspin, smash, each smacked with care. Except to rest or stoppin..

I Stared and thought, "How small, how strange, how plain." Details my memory knew so well and took so ofte..