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The American HangoverI woke up, and my ears were ringing like the Tell-Tale heart. / Ring, ring, ringing like microphone
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Mar 28, 2013
The peach sits within reachThe peach sits within reach / and for each their own to keep / fuzzy fur and afternoon sleep. / Next
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Mar 28, 2013
Lost and FoundHave we lost you? / Your distant stare and shallow voice seem to / find you elsewhere. / Where else
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Jan 4, 2013
CommunionI held out my hands. / I placed a drop of soap on each palm / and took hold of my dirty spoon and wa
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Nov 8, 2012
Kansas dryWe drove on / the air outside thick / so hot you could taste it. / The cornfields skeleton fingers o
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Nov 8, 2012
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