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The two men stood
together at the coffee station like lions surveying the African
Savannah and marveled at the new hire from the data entry departm..
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“What happened to the
others from work?”
“I'm not sure,” he
said, managing to keep a straight face while he glanced down..
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To the people who read my words. In no particular order, Misty, Emily, La Lorena, Myth, Phibby, Betsy, Emily, JennieWren, Rebecca, Jennifer Rose ... O..
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They speak of this thingcalled "A Good Cry".They call it, a cleansing,the lifting of a great weight.So, I seek these purifyingtears, these good tears ..
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Yet another ... sappy love poem.
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For a contest
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Some things, you just see coming.
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Just something spawned from a conversation.
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Seems like the right piece to feature today.
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I want you dead, festering
in your own retched stench.
Never again to darken my soul
with your foolhardy hope.
Never again to chisel away at
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