| 4/30/2007
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it's dreadfully cold
come under the covers here
and let me warm you |
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| 4/29/2007
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her eyes are blue ponds
wild neglect and overgrowth
where children have died |
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5:42 PM
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| 4/28/2007
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I like big muscles
genetic advantages
and daily bench press |
| posted by Julie @
10:51 AM
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| 4/27/2007
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there is no sense in love
proverbial thorns and blooms
are for idiots |
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8:12 AM
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| 4/26/2007
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Hero is secret
he no longer wants to win
bad luck for Princess |
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6:12 PM
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| 4/25/2007
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there was a time when
all great leaders had seizures
perception has changed |
| posted by Julie @
9:35 PM
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| 4/24/2007
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you believe in me?
I rule in total chaos
my life a shambles |
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9:48 PM
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| 4/23/2007
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no bird will land here
incense smolders in the mind
neglected alter |
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4:59 PM
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| 4/22/2007
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a day of wasting
we consume and never think
ramifications |
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4:47 PM
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| 4/21/2007
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we all are dying
some reckless, some with repose.
how goes your timeline? |
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3:25 AM
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| 4/20/2007
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the fisherman's wife
worries that she has wrinkles
lotions face and hands |
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12:06 AM
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| 4/19/2007
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the rain saturates
black concrete, red park benches
the homeless man's stench |
| posted by Julie @
12:02 AM
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| 4/18/2007
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external action
and internal attitude
make for character |
| posted by Julie @
1:59 AM
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| 4/17/2007
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the sky is night-dark
then suddenly bright, bright blue
children drag to school |
| posted by Julie @
7:22 AM
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| 4/16/2007
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we were deep in love
then he found out she is a
dipsomaniac |
| posted by Julie @
2:34 PM
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| 4/15/2007
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undefinable
interstitial artist
happy with the gap |
| posted by Julie @
11:10 PM
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| 4/14/2007
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longer paragraphs
swimming in a sea of words
can make time stand still |
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2:02 PM
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| 4/13/2007
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you can only hope
the drug removes all your pain
universal wire |
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9:44 PM
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| 4/12/2007
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he called this morning
to tell you he's leaving town
in one week he's gone |
| posted by Julie @
11:09 AM
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| 4/11/2007
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they say atmosphere
could make other planets grow
purple trees, red grass |
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6:09 PM
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| 4/10/2007
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whatever happened
a capella men's choirs
bent knee harmony |
| posted by Julie @
8:52 AM
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| 4/09/2007
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I must confess love
he draws long and golden bright
the fair sun of sky |
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12:06 PM
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| 4/08/2007
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they will say nice things
in order to get ahead
and you will oblige |
| posted by Julie @
9:31 AM
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| 4/07/2007
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scientific bug
grossing-out the fourth graders
wishes to be free |
| posted by Julie @
11:25 PM
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| 4/06/2007
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what do they think of
when the bombs blast it apart
their labors erased |
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12:06 AM
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| 4/05/2007
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who here will braid me
press me between the pages
keep me in lockets |
| posted by Julie @
10:38 AM
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| 4/04/2007
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political poems
a great divide of great thought
abuse of power |
| posted by Julie @
10:30 AM
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| 4/03/2007
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half moon through window
sparks my imagination
turns the trees silver |
| posted by Julie @
11:19 AM
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| 4/02/2007
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air is full of sound
nitrogen, oxygen, more
fades away to space |
| posted by Julie @
5:18 PM
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| 4/01/2007
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and then he took drugs
passed out on the lawn with me
confessed all his sins |
| posted by Julie @
4:58 PM
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