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November 22, 2009 02:08 PM EST --
Going over To Susan’s house That summer Was a mind blowing Experience, especially For a young guy like you, Who thought all parents Were responsible And kind of stiff In their ways, . . .
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November 21, 2009 02:59 PM EST --
Nanette sat on the bed with her arms folded, her hands resting on her thighs. Her long black hair lay over her thin naked shoulders, her large dark eyes searched the room, as if she'd not seen it . . .
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November 21, 2009 01:28 PM EST --
Hey chick, he said, How’s about you And me taking a walk On the scandalous side Leaving all the frightened
Folk to their own shadowy Devices and dull dreams And creepy slide to old age . . .
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November 20, 2009 05:48 PM EST --
I followed Mr Gough the butler down a dark passageway until we came to a spacious kitchen. He introduced me to Mrs Agnes Hugsbody the cook and then, giving me a quick glance, as if I had a smell . . .
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November 20, 2009 03:08 PM EST --
There is the going Over of events Time after time. There Is the way he left You high and hung out To dry without last Kiss or fond goodbye.
There is the laying In bed till early Hours pretending . . .
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November 20, 2009 08:02 AM EST --
Sister Angela stared absentmindedly.
"The bell's gone for us to go to mass," Sister Enid said stiffly. The hand bell rang along the passageway, tolled by Sister Olivia. Sister Angela shook her . . .
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November 19, 2009 03:30 PM EST --
There is time for doing And a time for undoing; A time to let kisses come And a time to let them Freeze on another’s lips.
You watch others kiss And embrace now, see Them through the . . .
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November 19, 2009 10:00 AM EST --
Annabella put the fingers of her left hand to her lips and stared across the balcony of her father's house. Her golden hair caught the sun's rays that brightened her hair to light corn. Her brother . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:35 AM EST --
"Just so," Max exclaimed excitedly, dabbing the canvas. Jeanne, his blonde model froze her features. Dab, dab, went his brush against the canvas. Jeanne sensed her limbs and jaw begin to ache. She . . .
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November 19, 2009 07:06 AM EST --
After informing you that Mr.Tissot would be delayed and showing you both into the large room, the young maidservant dropped a curtsy and left, closing the door softly behind her.
You both stand . . .
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November 19, 2009 03:49 AM EST --
The three girls lounged on the sofa like mermaids on a jutting rock, they smoked and drank, made noises in a chorus of babble, then laughed. Magdalene, the eldest by three months, held her cigarette . . .
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November 18, 2009 07:50 AM EST --
The boys remembered Miss Greggs, not for The geography lessons She gave with maps And globes and books, But for her legs that she Crossed and uncrossed On the stool on which she Sat each day . . .
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November 18, 2009 03:14 AM EST --
The water won’t really Wash him away, but you Try and now dry between Toes. Thoughts of him And what he did and said
Pollute your body and inside Your head. An hour in the bath Has not . . .
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November 17, 2009 03:41 AM EST --
The baby is never far From your thoughts; each Passing pram or pushchair Nudges you into looking, Into remembering, aching.
You try to turn your head When some mother feeds From breast some . . .
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November 17, 2009 02:10 AM EST --
The streets were not paved With gold, the city Lights showed bare the lack Of other’s feelings, The lack of caring Who you were or why You were there. The warm Comforts of home were Marred . . .
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November 16, 2009 02:31 AM EST --
I am the dead man’s keeper, His sepulchre of rusting bones. Time like a major villain
Holds me to task for sipping days And seeking seconds with an empty vase. These are the dead man’s . . .
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November 15, 2009 01:36 PM EST --
His letter lies torn To shreds in the hall. He won’t call. Won’t come Around to discuss The matter, put things
In order, see things In your light. No, just The words scrawled in . . .
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November 15, 2009 01:03 PM EST --
Hold fast, Miss Pretty thinks, and sees the blue, Sky blue, sea blue, whatever blue comes, Hold fast to it and sail in its blueness,
Drink it in, make love to its tone, Touch the fineness of . . .
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November 14, 2009 01:49 PM EST --
She only wanted To be loved. Only Wanted the tenderness, The holding near, The occasional kiss, The words of love, But all she got was His maybe if you let Me I’ll love you more, You . . .
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November 13, 2009 03:15 PM EST --
He will have had The last laugh. Off
Somewhere no doubt, Playing about, playing
The fool, having it off With some other. Coming
Back, full of the swagger, Eyes glazed, looks that kill, . . .
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