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Salt Sorta
Sumthang wrong wiff dez words They give know direction To me and you Hypertheticail thoughts They don't tell me What I gotta do Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes Cup of gravy on the side! The Carney, sorney Tater, broccoli and Meat special Now we know The garlicky, onion,chivey Sun dries tomatoes With olive oil roasted Red pepper and bacon, Cream cheesed Scalloped potatoes. Where inspired by a Lonely man begging a Woman for a...

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Categories: sorta, analogy, farm, jealousy, love,
Form: Bio
Mach Aite
Weighing at a combined weight of 577 lbs. Dates Y. and I. Know Y. They say they are from the I.C.Y. Ranch. They say they know Y. They understand Y. It's all because Y! Do you know Y? We don't! Who knows Y? Do you ,know Y? We don't! It's been hard to understand Y. Now we do. Hog farmers. The I.C.Y. Ranch. Run. By the I.C.U. Or Eye Si You...

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Categories: sorta, business, character, culture, drink,
Form: Bio



Premium Member Genius Sorta Smells
Welcome to the integral states of up and becoming polypathologists, tautologically deep MindSense/BodyFeel ecologists listening graceful co-mentors before gratefully speaking ecoconscious evolutionaries. Past Yang political Angers recreate Future Yin-Fear of hated economic decomposition, recession, depression, etc.... Co-Arising Past Yang-Truths recreating Future YinYin Fertility of WinWin healthy regenerativity. Let us check our polypathic receptors together. What do monocultures smell like to you? Like death maybe? What about monopoly of ownership and...

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Categories: sorta, beach, culture, earth, environment,
Form: Prose Poetry
Only Kinda Sorta Love You
if you wait, if i can, but if i can't whats your plan? if she won't will you stay? even though, ill throw you away? if i do, but then i go, when i come back, will you tell me no?...

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Categories: sorta, angst, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost
Form: Rhyme
I'M Sorta Me
I love 80's music and talk radio AM I can't sleep I keep being the person I was, I am I just keep being me Sometimes it doesn't really work out I sorta wonder why don't I change And then I just don't care But that's me the forty something chick with a nose stud and a husband who wonders the same thing...

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Categories: sorta, funny, happiness, husband, imagination,
Form: ABC




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