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Warm Nights Behind the Orange Grove

Warm nights behind the orange grove,

We found each other between the rows,

And felt the cool ground in our throes,

Lost ourselves—lost our clothes,

Told secrets only moonlight knows,

Basked in silent afterglows,

Then promised never to let go,

Those nights behind the orange grove.

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Ever-was

I long to return,

To the land of Ever-was,

So that I can learn,

Why it was we never were.

 

And if I discern,

What it was you wanted then,

Then I will return,

To when-we’re-not again.

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Have you ever heard an angel laugh?

Or watched her go about her day, 

In a pleasant kind of way,

And realize that you are happy too,

Just because she laughs with you.

 

And know that if she were to ask,

You would accept her any task,

And do it with unblinking speed,

If only it was you she’d need.

 

Have you ever known such despair?

To always have an angel there,

Who gives meaning to each passing d...

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Evolution of a Domestic Argument (From the Male Perspective)

Nope. Not. No, I won't!
I dare not. Do not. I don't!
Shall? Shan't! Shall I, not!
Can? Can't! Can it sot!
Never. Never. Never again!
 Okay, sorry. I give, you win.

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On the Influences of Love

Love turned me into a circus monkey,
A raving, craving, fiending junkie.
Incessantly nodding, affirming yes,
Consistently giving, despite duress. Love turned me into a puppet pauper,
A penniless, lack-luck, begging gawper.
Constantly scrounging, loose change sifter,
Tirelessly searching, dime store drifter. Love turned me into a courtly fool,
A grinning, spinning, ignorant tool.
Happ...

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