I’m innocent, not the one. never saw him before, she’s the one. Lucille pointed to the gun in Roxannes hand….
Tag: Poetry
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she left, I thought it was bad…although sad, my lucky streak increased…bad things decreased………..
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I want to sit down and think about nothing, Lenny claimed. I have just what you need, smirking Louise the bud tender reached for the …
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standing proudly on the De Soto’s hood, of no use to anyone….
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my broken tooth, I can’t think. pain so bad I can’t even drink. dentist said it had to go, it hurt so bad I must concur. I say fine, if your for sure. so I’ve lost one whole week. maybe tonight I will have that drink 🍸
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I laugh, smile, it’s a curse. falsely flashing, betraying every truth. buying time, flying blind. useless information, following me, endlessly. boring me, constantly……
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whirling, twirling, always overthinking, mistaking. Enjoying, employing every device required. Easing, releasing all that is not desired….
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the focus group was floundering, their ideas most astounding. easily spewed, without any clue…
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George wears it so very well….
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that tune is familiar, words similar, have been spoken. stories, tales I remember as a child. playing games, smiling, days of innocence, never-ending fun…
Escape Reality 