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All For The Thought of Sex Make the beast with two backs, Give a girl a green gown, Let's rock the bed and shake the sheets, Sometimes it sounds kind of creepy, But hey, lets take another leap, You can go get your berries razzled, Maybe let someone poke your hontus, You can tickle the pickle, Possably cup the coconuts, Go rock your rump, Let them...

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Let's bring it back; let's go back To that sweet, ole thing we bow lack Make it great again, go back again Let's start right away; let's begin Back to organic maple syrup over Mama's hot, buttermilk flapjacks And Daddy's Saturday morning tutorials on how to change the oil and how to use a scissor jack A return to strangers saying...

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To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning, Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again. You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where...

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He preaches with a heavy hand laid upon the Word of God. No need to be seated on a throne. He’s at eye level with his congregants. if he avoided their gaze, as if his eyes shielded the sun, and blathered on, as if nobody cared, then they could let their eyes roll and yawn. Firmly, he holds up that Word of old, for...

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Day Of The Dead Do you celebrate the dead? They are laid to rest. For those who live in the spirit world. Have you seen the painted skull girl? A celebration of those we have lost. They are not forgotten. Let’s have a feast. Lay roses at their feet. Put on the music. Drink into the sun set. This is our tradition. Raise a candle, they are...

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God Paints The Sky Have you ever wondered what it would be like on the other side? Take time out to give thanks, and not to be blind. I believe that in the morning God paints a sunrise. In the evening in many colors, he paints the sky. Be grateful for all that he has given. Do all things without complaining. Don’t...

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Reach Down and Touch the Dirt How far will you take it? How bad do you want it? Work hard at all things you do. With strong work ethics, just follow through. Reach down and touch the dirt. Be open minded and alert. You have to suffer to grow. Put in the work, be headstrong, let go. Pick up the iron and never look...

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Her body becomes a chapel opened by flame, arched in surrender to a light too holy for flesh. The angel smiles (soft and deliberate) as if he knows ecstasy is edged with death. She breathes not air but radiance, each gasp a half-formed prayer. Her ribs open like shutters and eternity bursts in...

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May you remember the sail ship white wake behind, seabirds about When the bedrock begins to slip When life's purpose is in doubt May you remember every friend When enemies abound When only on few can you depend And harshness is the only sound. **(Chorus)** May the mountains come in waves That lift you up from under. like desert rain that saves. Like a cavalry's thunder. When...

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He is the God who can make it happen Stand up and believe the Good News The God of the Impossible is ready Your faith in Him is steady Dreaming beyond the call of duty is essential to your legacy He is the God who can make it happen God the Father is here to assist you You need to persist in...

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THE STORY OF BOXCAR JACK NOT MANY KNOW OF BOXCAR JACK WHO LIVES ON A TRAIN GOING WAY BACK HEARING THE SOUND OF THE CLITITY CLACK THAT COMES FROM BEAT OF A NORTHBOUND TRACK WELL BOXCAR WAS A MUSIC MAN PLAYING HIS GUITAR WHEN HE CAN STRUMMING OUT A HEARTFELT TUNE NEVER STOPPING NONE TO SOON BOXCAR WAS ALSO A LADIES MAN HAD...

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The blues affair I met her where the light was weakening an enduring twilight had settled on what was re-lived in the memory of summer moving out of the convention, tired leaves in the soft breeze on its final breath. We spoke of the past but not of the now the present didn’t matter. I saw her as a disappearing holograph dying in...

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I skirmish amidst the growling hounds The lashing waves, the acoustic sounds The tempest’s call, a supercilious strength Reinvigorating my might, impinging my breath I solemnly pledge to battle the sea Till the last drop of my blood shall bleed I coveted to obliterate through the tides Only if the serendipity of my toil abides I shall stand my ground with a...

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I have been here before awake in this dream of fitheavy amorphic darkness full of war parting stars into silent tremor dust sea… to feel the smash of god beneath the waves the heave of lung cold and gray heavy as the day caught in teeth of a sky broken-jawed and soft as fire ...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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