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You carved our names in paper -
And...
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*Contest poem for club...
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Softly, the rain falls, nature's tears
Nurturing life as it appears...
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A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can...
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Death is something
we must all do...
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*****THE CREATION OF A PUSSY*****
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine...
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With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
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how comely were
your naked breasts...
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Steel
scalpel...
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I don't think it can ever be
properly expressed...
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In a bleak winter,
wilted tree flutter...
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What's Love?
Is it a promise...