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- for a place where awkward belongs
- Seven makes a complete set
- in which I am thoroughly incensed
- Just stare into space, picture my face in your hands
- Hello Friday
- Life could be a dream sweetheart
- see what's become of me
- If I wash my hands in your dirty water Will your r...
- nouns and books and show and tell
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- long haul
- Unconditional love is not so much about how we rec...
- Oh fab, I'm glad, there's lemon-freshened Borax in me
- another ten minutes
- a wavy line
- whistle while I work
- silvery streams sacred when spoken
- people resourcing
- i kept my shadow waiting down the road for me awhile
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2 comments:
Did you just call me a silly goose?
Goosie goosie gander
wither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
and in my lady's chamber.
There I found an old man
who wouldn't say his prayers
so I took him by the left leg
and threw him down the stairs.
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