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 Rewrite of the Beatle's Here Comes The Sun Chorus There goes our sun Doo doo doo doo There goes our sun And I gotta say It's n... [read more] |
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Rewrite of Kiss' Forever I gotta tell you I just ain't feelin' it inside I can't lie to myself It's true There's no denying when I lo... [read more] |
 We used to have a shed in the backyard but it got old and ravaged by weather wood rotting thru so finally... [read more] |
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I thought I was a poet but it didn’t last the delusion lasted awhile but came to an end sauntering thru 30th Street Sta... [read more] |
 Rhetorically: A Conversation Trip Inside My Headspace (05/11/2024 ) I need to ask you a question. Is there something wr... [read more] |
 There once was a man named Dan Who was in love with a gal named Jan But trouble was brewing Because what was Jan doing? Seeing Don, yes, ano... [read more] |
 As Mother’s Day approaches as we prepare to thank the person who gave us birth may we understand how the power of a mother’s lo... [read more] |
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It’s a tradition observed in families around this time every year: We prepare to celebrate our mothers…as Mother’s Day draws near... [read more] |
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It’s a tradition observed in families around this time every year: We prepare to celebrate our mothers…as Mother’s Day draws near... [read more] |
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You, 1981, worst year of my life: you were a sonofabitch (you deserve no better designation or nomenclature): you disconnected me from... [read more] |
 The woman who taught me the words to "Yesterday" also took me and my sister on long, summer walks to church. We'd light candles and kn... [read more] |
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The darkness dripped down my back, even in the light. The comfort TV was only helping slightly. Same with the meds and the yoga and t... [read more] |
 This was the night oftorture. Why the sun went to sleepin twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.Let us make a bargain.A long deep grave ope... [read more] |
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He'd been arrested enough times to know not to take it personal Vigilante justice filled up his arsenal One had the shot... [read more] |
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The moving boxes were still in a box The tornados had passed but my anxiety still raged on maybe my voice was gone The jester was sti... [read more] |