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 I had to see a hole In my mothers head And no, she wasn’t sat comfortable in bed She was in a bathtub because that’s classic mom, She... [read more] |
 Slowly, upon the pond’s dim mirror, the homely duckling drifts, its feathers mottled, its cry unremarkable, yet... [read more] |
 I, though backward and awkward, realized you are a Muse because of your militant dislike of any kind of shoes; and how, standing on Verging... [read more] |
 The time for a long overdue change has come Hope you will not once again turn your back It could be your last chance So please don't be so s... [read more] |
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When the truth is at last revealed? How much fallout? And what kind of damage? Trump's ulimate victory or terrible downfall? What wil... [read more] |
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To my beloved husband, David on his 61st special day! How much I love you truly beyond measure A lifetime of joy and happiness you ha... [read more] |
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I am grateful for this wonderful parenting perk… How when it comes to being a parent time and wisdom together work…. We... [read more] |
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May we be blessed when we look into the mirror each morning To stand up tall and say to ourselves aloud… “May I do something today th... [read more] |
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To a "house of special purpose" in Yekaterinburg those Romanovs must go; and how special the purpose those bumbling enemies of the Peop... [read more] |
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Joe Stalin called Pasternak "cloud-dweller": this appellation that saved him from a stretch on the rack suggests the Poet could, from... [read more] |
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They all revere him now---the great, the exquisite Boris Pasternak. They regret his sufferings under Bolsheviks' relentless attack. Yet, the... [read more] |
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On my prayer rope, I pray---during that man's administation--- for his soul's complete, and utter, damnation: such that, in the Inferno, the... [read more] |
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Into your soul's barren and lightless sky, the Bright and Morning Star rose into it. Thus illuminated, you abandoned the benches of Cae... [read more] |
 There was a young man named Bert Who thought of himself as a flirt But he'd often despair With women get nowhere Bert's fe... [read more] |
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To Cheryl Hines, excuse the sarcasm Please curb your enthusiasm Is being in bed With him something you dread? It's not my busine... [read more] |