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July
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- I crack the whip and you skip, but you deserve it
- The night has opened my eyes and I will never slee...
- England is mine, and it owes me a living
- There are brighter sides to life, and I should kno...
- As merry as the days were long, I was right and yo...
- A friendship sadly lost? Well this is true, and ye...
- Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. Will nat...
- Why pamper life's complexities when the leather ru...
- The dating game: poetic & romantic as a meat cleaver
- Pale green dot
- Vivid and in your prime, you will leave me behind
- Who and what to blame?
- Ma-Says #2
- And when we're in the scholarly room, who will swa...
- Am I still ill?
- The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
- Internet dating is all about making depressing dis...
- She could have been a poet or she could have been ...
- I am sick and I am dull and I am plain, how dearly...
- When will you accept yourself
- Good times for a change
- Anything is hard to find when you will not open yo...
- William, it was really nothing
- See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad
- I'm the most inept that ever stepped
- "Oh ! would you like to marry me? And if you like,...
- I don’t dream about anyone, except myself
- The hills are alive with celibate cries
- You said I was ill, and you were not wrong
- I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
- Prudence never pays
- I need advice.,nobody ever looks at me twice
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3 comments:
can't you both see?????
you're so alike in every way, whether you admit it or not?
I'm glad I don't have siblings sometimes.
These are really good.
And I love that your mom comments on it. So where's the bro's blog and his side of the story?
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