finds a truffle every now and then.
That's what the little voice
tells me.
After I string together
a word or two
or even a few,
Everyone's a critic I guess.
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A pre-dawn chill runs up my spine as the black and white cat meows at the door. Another yawn hisses out of my wide-stretched jaws. To...
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Flat, Like a joyless ode. No ups or downs, No peaks and valleys, Just the outstretched blank expanse of human emptiness Onto wh... -
At the bottom of this cup of coffee, I see reflected in the dregs my schlubby mug. Unshaven and saggy-eyed, I look as if I have...
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It's been a while since I felt something for you other than contempt. I wish it wasn't this way. I wish we'd kept in touch....
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The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
So I decided recently that I want to see more of America than just the Shenandoah Valley. Unless unforeseen difficulties arise, I will be on...
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Day breaks open over the halls of men. The yolk slowly sags its way down, coating everything the light touches in a thin sheen ...
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