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 Two beautiful young men---shirtless, barefoot, clad in baggy cargos---came from Bangkok; lovers, boyfriends, seek our freedom to Bang... [read more] |
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Still very smooth of face, he does not mind the occasional stubble on yours. He says it feels good when you kiss him there, and there... [read more] |
 Though, he was working at the livery, he would always be a cowboy at heart. He longed to once again own a horse of his own. And his mind was... [read more] |
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For his sake, you retired from Rome's army; for his sake, you bestowed freedom upon him; for his sake, you wonder what such a beautiful boy... [read more] |
 I have a sad story to tell About a stockbroker named Mel A wonderful guy Not to his client Eli Eli thought that Mel was hell On... [read more] |
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If Donald Trump's re-elected President One thing will be clearly evident He'll be the first Chief Executive To serve non-c... [read more] |
 So they make a hero of the clown turned killer yet do most realize that they themselves are closer to the suits they ar... [read more] |
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So walking past Village Whiskey just a bit too early and the Cavanaugh Rittenhouse was shuttered negating the opportunity for... [read more] |
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Today I’m thankful for love… and for it’s primary goal… to take the pieces of our life and find a way to make us whole. [read more] |
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Sometimes I think if we had paid better attention to basic math it would be easier to follow our hearts…. and the Earth would b... [read more] |
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---------- Forwarded message ---------- To love and live with free intent, makes people do what never thought. I thought for days a... [read more] |
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His eyes opened as I smelled the lavender pasture, it quickly took me to another place, her, it was her again painted in the distance,... [read more] |
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Today, they think they have crucified a pretender to the throne of David: Jesus of Nazareth. Can there any good thing come out of... [read more] |
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The world today in disarray I beg the ache to dissipate Unknown to them the children play The heart grows cold and learns to h... [read more] |
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Despair the drink of one too many, The walls now dreary, sticky stank The years past noon now strike a chord Now bitter more th... [read more] |