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farmfish
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we played this game on the swings, so since we're still swingas, we still play. wanna play with us? ready? and here we go... the subdued splashing of water
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020112
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Joe and Annes baby Lilly
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touching hands for the first time
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020112
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farmfish
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shocking, but i want to do it again.
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020112
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Anne and Joes baby Lilly
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rather than something cold i felt, and melted.
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020112
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farmfish
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the popsicle i was too passionate about to notice.
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020112
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Anne and Joes baby Lilly
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ice drops and feathers float but I spy the next episode. a cry a tear a laughter made of spinning spiders and cantelopes. oops oo far you say. well then go away.
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fyn gula
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i will come to where you are holding cats in my arms and charms around my neck.
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Joe and annes baby Lilly
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little do you know that what I have here is not for you but for someone else who worships thorns and called me mother. Have you spoken to her? I heard she could talk and even sang once. A toon called salvation.
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fyn gula
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she saved me from a fire that did not burn, an ocean calling my hidden names.
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020112
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Joe and lillys baby anne
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one tide after another after another until they broke and tore the page. shattering the image I worked days to create..
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020112
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farmfish
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so i shouted, "there's a hole, here!" i had glue and scissors and kept cuttin', writin', and pastin' and when i peeked into the looka, guess what? i was someone else...
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020112
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joe and Annes baby Lilly
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A mouse
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020112
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fyn gula
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like always.
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joe and annes baby lilly
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time for a change, time for a new way to breathe out in out in and curtsey.
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farmfish
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a mouse a fish a snake a wolf a dog...oh, a dog, now that's me.
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joe and annes baby lilly
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gggrrrrr.
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020112
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fyn gula
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yeah, sometimes, but more like, open the gate and let me out.
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lilly and annes baby lilly.
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hair hair everywhere and even in my underwear and if you stare i'll swear so beware you type of dog that rhymes with beware. there.
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farmfish
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topknotch!
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020112
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Joe and annes baby lilly
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was that with an accent or aaahhhhre ya juist... oh bloody hell I give up trying to pretend down with hypocracy!!!!
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020112
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fyn gula
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down with children who pull off my wig!
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020112
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joe and annes baby lilly
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and your pants. cheeky monkeys and angry beavers. well, I'm neither but i'll throw my hat off to it either way. flying and spinning down i am a kaleidoscope to my own envy.
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020112
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j_blue
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neuvo_beat live gets better at 30, thats what the man told me brilliant now i just have to figure out what to do for the next 7 years one day the countries youth will suicide the country can we truly spend that much time in limbo? mr warhol thought we should have longer childhoods, it feels like they have been given to us but our parents are alleviated of responsibility 2/3 through left alone until we can stand alone i guess this isnt beat_poetry_for_second_graders my own rant :(
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farmfish
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i miss joe and anne's baby lilly. she was my back rub lover, but she left robin hill to run her own restaurant with kon-rad the magnificent.
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021211
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strideo
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copper! chestnuts. death? noodle. . . . . . . empty. . . .
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021212
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jane
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alphabet soup click click click
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030723
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niska
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a quarter has a caribou on it on it a quarter has a caribou on it.
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030723
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Strideo
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*someone hits a bongo* Ba pa pa pa pa pa ba ba ...
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030911
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karl the weed
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but the cheese didnt last
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030914
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whitechocolatewalrus
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it melted in the freezer.
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040126
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witchesrequiem
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poetry in the 2nd grade was writing a letter to some boy that said ....Do you like me, check yes or no. yes no
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040127
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celestias shadow
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but there ain't no box for 'other' think outside the box
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040203
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rubydee
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remember the cat kitty cat scat is all around as you pour stack and dig in the sandbox.
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040204
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witchesrequiem
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8 year olds don't think out side the box, they are normal .. then society twists and manipulates their innocence. Checking other is a mind game, children don't usually play those with crushes.
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040204
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celestias shadow
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oh fuck it, don't take it so literally!
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040204
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log burning fire
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i will dance in my new orange shoes, lalalalalalalalalalalalabombombom
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060221
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sameolme
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Let's talk the talk walking a new kind of walk heals out toes up eyes closed and backwards in circles but you gotta be singing
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070415
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Kuffsleeve
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don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk ! put on a sleeve.
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070415
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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