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 JUMPING ROPE SKIPPING STONES HUMMING SONGS XYLOPHONES WHISTLING BIRD WATCHING CLOUD LANDSCAPES CHANGING SHAPES HAVING FUN IN THE SUN MEMORIE... [read more] |
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Just gazing on your beauty---long hair, naked flesh nuanced by socks---he, also naked, now, achieves pleasure's peak, the surge of sweetness... [read more] |
 I see the headline in the Times No, this ain't a joke The op-Ed focuses on Ron DeSantis vs a mind that's woke If I was was a betting... [read more] |
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The beatniks of the fifties an enigmatic transformation like a delusional dream became hippies in the sixties now diluted into some insanity... [read more] |
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Pray with me, Friends, to Holy God in His High Heaven, that number Forty-five shall not be incremented to Forty-seven; and that our Republic... [read more] |
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Even the American Presidency can be stripped of its dignity, can be treated as a commodity, an investment in personal perfidy, and a distinc... [read more] |
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He loves to watch his boyfriend's footsteps---over the lawn and, in imagination, through the stars: his boyfriend's feet (not quite co... [read more] |
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WHEN ALICE THREW THE LOOKINGGLASS IT SPLINTERED INTO PIECES SHE COULDN'T SEEM TO PUT THEM BACK THE TENSION JUST INCREASES PORTAL'S BROKEN I'... [read more] |
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In June We celebrate all those who are transgender And soon We hope and pray we will be celebrating something else We all cannot wait... [read more] |
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That Saturday afternoon, we had visited one of the five large parks maintained by the County; the parking space we found was shaded beneath... [read more] |
 striding rapid footsteps slapping the concrete eyes firm on prize train at platform heading home [read more] |
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Kiss the monkey play the song of our lives all of us listen to the melody and feel the rhythm song and dance to... [read more] |
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How much bad news does a man have to bear? The whole world is filled with such grief Oh no! You pooped in your underwear You're... [read more] |
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It’s easiest to notice at the beach… seeing in the sand…how all the footprints have unfurled… how there is no foot so tiny... [read more] |
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As the old sage lie before them…about to take her final breath.. a student whispered. “Oh, wise one why you have not taught us how to... [read more] |