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 They arrived in the States a bit ahead of the news of invasion: long-haired teens, who rejected the views declared by the Reich, they... [read more] |
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How many variations can possibly adorn their naked bodies' explorations of intimacy, and how many masturbations satisfied climactically? In... [read more] |
 One Night at Sawmill and Leadmine Roads I kicked my sandal across the patio. I was tap, tapping my leg To rid it of the cramp... [read more] |
 The letterbox is usually empty What with the P.O. Box andsocial media, emails, SMSall so many differing waysto keep ourselves in... [read more] |
 Will you kiss theflower moon in the ambianceof peace, when earth sleeps ?I will ask the moon,how old are you? A yellow lotuslaughs standing... [read more] |
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At pleasure's peak, the ascent of the sevenfold surge, their souls---through their agile, naked bodies---seek to merge. Their Love bestows u... [read more] |
 Pete Rose Hit a ball With a bat Rose to fame Just for that Don't forget Pete Rose bet On the game What they claim Took a fall Not in Hall Ha... [read more] |
 ‘it’s nothing i would go to the public about!’ he pirouettes around the stage in elaborate pantomime of extraterrestrial essence...... [read more] |
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"Beneath my tunic his quick right hand slips. "giving me pleasure with his fingertips, "followed by kisses---there and there: his lips... [read more] |
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This poem remembers, even if these decrepit old men cannot, that they were once beautiful, long-haired boys (of legal age!): sho... [read more] |
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When sorrow enters our life and showers down on us like rain… Why is it important to find our joy and laughter again? Because... [read more] |
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Even though we know death is a natural part of life…when someone we love is gone we ask ourselves…what are we going to do now…how do... [read more] |
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Bare-foot I go neartomorrow. So much more than love,poem in a poem trembles.Like, aspen the goddesstree, sharing the same root quivers.There... [read more] |
 Your mind, a canvas vast and wide, Paints the world with thoughts inside. It searches far, it seeks the clues, To prove the stories that you... [read more] |
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fictionalising that painonly in writer’s quill remaininkwell daily welling overone that never need run dryon pristine sheets shall ever cryt... [read more] |