"Maybe love always hurts because I'm always grabbing it by the blade and not the hilt."
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Getting a hold of your emotions is like grabbing a hot skillet...after a few hundreds times it doesn't hurt anymore.
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“When a nation forgets her skill in war, when her religion becomes a mockery, when the whole nation becomes a nation of money-grabbers, then the wild tribes, the barbarians drive in... Who will our invaders be? From whence will they come?”
? Robert E. Howard
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Be not a rabble-rouser nor wall-flower. But speak truth to power.
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"People were grabbing toilet paper off the shelves as if their survival, their very lives, depended on it." opening line in the story "Covid Love" by Maxwell "Max" Burchett.
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Truth means little to the rabbit
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My poetry 's
never been a
Rebel-rouser,
Just a rabble-douser.
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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Regarding-The I Hate Stinkin Contest Theme. I hate contests rabbit if you like it or not. So again take your bunnies and award them top spot. Let your bunny hops become a turkey trot. Where the friendliest gobbles are sought. I take your contest as food for thought. Where I rabbit digest no stinkin plastic in the pot.
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In my harbor, there was no lighthouse. Just two sharks that circled my innocence, grabbing a feel. A second-grade teacher followed by a ninth-grade janitor scenting blood, bait, boy as if I was their prey. The sea held this secret for fifty years and in its aftermath, nothing was ever at bay.
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"She stuck out her tongue at me, and pushed me into a wall, and grabbed my ponytail; I don't care that it was twelve years ago, I am still mad."
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"When I get crabby, I need a friend fix."
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"Walk in Light with Love in your Heart and only Truth on your lips" © Paul Crabbe 1990
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But what if death inspires me like a rabbit inspires a dog?
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Rabbits they run where wolves walk
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