I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
The feverish room and that white bed,
The tumbled skirts upon a chair,
[Rochester had to flee the court for several months
after handing this to the King by mistake.]
Leah Sublime,
Goddess above me!
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes,
Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times:
There they are
drooping over the breakfast plates,
I think I was once
I think we were
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishe
Come to Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom
i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and merely covered her face with her hands.
Amonova and St
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hil
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In idle August, while the sea soft,
Carefully she opened her tunic with one hand and offered me her warm soft breasts as
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl
in town. 1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fi
or return my napkin, whose value
doesn’t disturb me, truly,
A tearful tincture washes
Cabbage-green skies;
O my lover! I'm the parched earth awaiting a union with you
O my lover! Take me in your arms and let our breasts meet each other
Unrivall'd Greece! thou ever honor'd name,
Thou nurse of heroes dear to deathless fame!
complaining all the time
like so many
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn;
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant; I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
The Sun revolving on his axis turns,
And with creative fire intensely burns;
So much forgotten already
So much forgotten
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
do fearers worship Much and Quick;
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His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A wordless voice, nor far nor near,
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