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Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with him Khieu Tchi and Tian the low speaking And “we are unknown,” said Kung, “You will take up charioteering? “Then you will become known, “Or perhaps I should take up charioterring, or archery? “Or the practice of public speaking?” And Tseu-lou said, “I would put the defences in order,” And Khieu said, “If I were lord of a province “I would put it in better order than this is.” And Tchi said, “I would prefer a small mountain temple, “With order in the observances, with a suitable performance of the ritual,” And Tian said, with his hand on the strings of his lute The low sounds continuing after his hand left the strings, And the sound went up like smoke, under the leaves, And he looked after the sound: “The old swimming hole, “And the boys flopping off the planks, “Or sitting in the underbrush playing mandolins.” And Kung smiled upon all of them equally. And Thseng-sie desired to know: “Which had answered correctly?” And Kung said, “They have all answered correctly, “That is to say, each in his nature.” And Kung raised his cane against Yuan Jang, Yuan Jang being his elder, For Yuan Jang sat by the roadside pretending to be receiving wisdom. And Kung said “You old fool, come out of it, “Get up and do something useful.” And Kung said “Respect a child’s faculties “From the moment it inhales the clear air, “But a man of fifty who knows nothng Is worthy of no respect.” And “When the prince has gathered about him “All the savants and artists, his riches will be fully employed.” And Kung said, and wrote on the bo leaves: If a man have not order within him He can not spread order about him; And if a man have not order within him His family will not act with due order; And if the prince have not order within him He can not put order in his dominions. And Kung gave the words “order” and “brotherly deference” And said nothing of the “life after death.” And he said “Anyone can run to excesses, “It is easy to shoot past the mark, “It is hard to stand firm in the middle.” And they said: If a man commit ****** Should his father protect him, and hide him? And Kung said: He should hide him. And Kung gave his daughter to Kong-Tchang Although Kong-Tchang was in prison. And he gave his niece to Nan-Young although Nan-Young was out of office. And Kung said “Wan ruled with moderation, “In his day the State was well kept, “And even I can remember “A day when the historians left blanks in their writings, “I mean, for things they didn’t know, “But that time seems to be passing. A day when the historians left blanks in their writings, But that time seems to be passing.” And Kung said, “Without character you will “be unable to play on that instrument “Or to execute the music fit for the Odes. “The blossoms of the apricot “blow from the east to the west, “And I have tried to keep them from falling.”
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Canto 13
Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with him Khieu Tchi and Tian the low speaking And “we are unknown,” said Kung, “You will take up charioteering? “Then you will become known, “Or perhaps I should take up charioterring, or archery? “Or the practice of public speaking?” And Tseu-lou said, “I would put the defences in order,” And Khieu said, “If I were lord of a province “I would put it in better order than this is.” And Tchi said, “I would prefer a small mountain temple, “With order in the observances, with a suitable performance of the ritual,” And Tian said, with his hand on the strings of his lute The low sounds continuing after his hand left the strings, And the sound went up like smoke, under the leaves, And he looked after the sound: “The old swimming hole, “And the boys flopping off the planks, “Or sitting in the underbrush playing mandolins.” And Kung smiled upon all of them equally. And Thseng-sie desired to know: “Which had answered correctly?” And Kung said, “They have all answered correctly, “That is to say, each in his nature.” And Kung raised his cane against Yuan Jang, Yuan Jang being his elder, For Yuan Jang sat by the roadside pretending to be receiving wisdom. And Kung said “You old fool, come out of it, “Get up and do something useful.” And Kung said “Respect a child’s faculties “From the moment it inhales the clear air, “But a man of fifty who knows nothng Is worthy of no respect.” And “When the prince has gathered about him “All the savants and artists, his riches will be fully employed.” And Kung said, and wrote on the bo leaves: If a man have not order within him He can not spread order about him; And if a man have not order within him His family will not act with due order; And if the prince have not order within him He can not put order in his dominions. And Kung gave the words “order” and “brotherly deference” And said nothing of the “life after death.” And he said “Anyone can run to excesses, “It is easy to shoot past the mark, “It is hard to stand firm in the middle.” And they said: If a man commit ****** Should his father protect him, and hide him? And Kung said: He should hide him. And Kung gave his daughter to Kong-Tchang Although Kong-Tchang was in prison. And he gave his niece to Nan-Young although Nan-Young was out of office. And Kung said “Wan ruled with moderation, “In his day the State was well kept, “And even I can remember “A day when the historians left blanks in their writings, “I mean, for things they didn’t know, “But that time seems to be passing. A day when the historians left blanks in their writings, But that time seems to be passing.” And Kung said, “Without character you will “be unable to play on that instrument “Or to execute the music fit for the Odes. “The blossoms of the apricot “blow from the east to the west, “And I have tried to keep them from falling.”
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Where are our clowns With baggy waist-coats Filled with promises; Clowns wearing Borrowed crowns. One plucks a rose In his white garden, To pin on his lapel; He's a squirter And it shows. One's in the square With large red shoes Putting on a show. But feet don't fit, Soon he'll trip With tongue-in-cheek ego. One has rhine-red ruffs Around her neck, Her GNP Surpasses debt; Her audience finds They too get wet. A three-ringed circus We're wise to regret. One in the Yuan Has a red nose on, A harlequin clown Asleep in red dawn. But tweak his nose And the tent comes down On the Big Top Shows.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Clowns
Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust Visitor house green green willow colour new Urge gentleman further finish one cup alcohol West outside Yang Pass no friend person At Weicheng morning rain has dampened light dust, By the hostel, the willows are all fresh and green. I urge my friend to drink a last cup of wine, West of Yang Pass, there will be no friends.
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Seeing Off Yuan the Second on a Mission to Anxi
My pitch through sow and debt trouble superfluous with wealth in Coe where thrift a hoax now but tread yuan nigh there my dear and die in relief that join forces by tomorrow's spring.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
My Hold
I was doing research in Hubei Where they executed Yu, That deity soldier glorified By Buddhists, Taoists too, I sat perusing manuscripts That dated from the Ming, And came across a reference About Yu’s finger ring. A ring of gold so broad that it Would fit a peasant’s wrist, For Guan Yu was a mighty man His ring, an amethyst, Set round with groups of diamonds It was lost the day, they said, That Sun Quan had ordered them To lop off Guan Yu’s head. They lost it for a thousand years It turned up with the Ming, Was lost again in battle with That mighty force, the Qing, I’d heard it round the market place A whisper, now and then, That ring, it might have surfaced In the village of Maicheng. I scoured the streets and alleyways For signs of old antiques, Researching as I went, I walked Around the town for weeks, I found a backstreet corner shop One night, and open late, Run by a dodgy Chinaman A total reprobate. He had links to the Triads, they Would come into the shop, A shifty group of gangsters with Their stolen goods to pop, From where I sat with manuscripts Up on the second floor, I’d look straight down the staircase Watch them come in through the door. One day they brought in a bundle Tied up in a burlap sack, Threw it down on the counter, said: ‘What do you make of that?’ Fang Zhang then opened the parcel and He pulled out a giant hand, The flesh the texture of leather with A monstrous golden band. The ring was almost immoveable The hand, with fingers spread, Could grasp a maiden around the waist Or crush a warrior’s head, I held my breath as the Triad tried To disengage the thing, And all the while the diamonds flashed On that massive golden ring. Fang Zhang paid over a block of notes That looked more like a brick, There must have been a million Yuan From what I saw of it, The Triad left and I caught my breath Fang Zhang had pulled it off, He threw the hand in a ******* bin And then I left the shop. He hid the ring as I walked on through I had to get some air, I’d caught a glimpse of a famous ring, A thing I couldn’t share, They’d say it didn’t exist, that I Was dreaming, if I tried, They thought that it had been lost to view The day that Yu had died. I went back down the following day The Police were there in force, They stood out front and barred the way From normal *********** They told me through an interpreter Of the ****** of Fang Zhang, His face was black, for around his neck Was a massive, ringless hand! David Lewis Paget (Pronunciation: Guan Yu - Gwon you Hubei - Who - bay; Sun Quan - Sun Chu-arn Qing - Ching; Maicheng - My - cheng Fang Zhang - Fang Shjang (soft J))
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Guan Yu's Finger Ring
I was doing research in Hubei Where they executed Yu, That deity soldier glorified By Buddhists, Taoists too, I sat perusing manuscripts That dated from the Ming, And came across a reference About Yu’s finger ring. A ring of gold so broad that it Would fit a peasant’s wrist, For Guan Yu was a mighty man His ring, an amethyst, Set round with groups of diamonds It was lost the day, they said, That Sun Quan had ordered them To lop off Guan Yu’s head. They lost it for a thousand years It turned up with the Ming, Was lost again in battle with That mighty force, the Qing, I’d heard it round the market place A whisper, now and then, That ring, it might have surfaced In the village of Maicheng. I scoured the streets and alleyways For signs of old antiques, Researching as I went, I walked Around the town for weeks, I found a backstreet corner shop One night, and open late, Run by a dodgy Chinaman A total reprobate. He had links to the Triads, they Would come into the shop, A shifty group of gangsters with Their stolen goods to pop, From where I sat with manuscripts Up on the second floor, I’d look straight down the staircase Watch them come in through the door. One day they brought in a bundle Tied up in a burlap sack, Threw it down on the counter, said: ‘What do you make of that?’ Fang Zhang then opened the parcel and He pulled out a giant hand, The flesh the texture of leather with A monstrous golden band. The ring was almost immoveable The hand, with fingers spread, Could grasp a maiden around the waist Or crush a warrior’s head, I held my breath as the Triad tried To disengage the thing, And all the while the diamonds flashed On that massive golden ring. Fang Zhang paid over a block of notes That looked more like a brick, There must have been a million Yuan From what I saw of it, The Triad left and I caught my breath Fang Zhang had pulled it off, He threw the hand in a ******* bin And then I left the shop. He hid the ring as I walked on through I had to get some air, I’d caught a glimpse of a famous ring, A thing I couldn’t share, They’d say it didn’t exist, that I Was dreaming, if I tried, They thought that it had been lost to view The day that Yu had died. I went back down the following day The Police were there in force, They stood out front and barred the way From normal *********** They told me through an interpreter Of the ****** of Fang Zhang, His face was black, for around his neck Was a massive, ringless hand! David Lewis Paget (Pronunciation: Guan Yu - Gwon you Hubei - Who - bay; Sun Quan - Sun Chu-arn Qing - Ching; Maicheng - My - cheng Fang Zhang - Fang Shjang (soft J))
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Naneun, Yeon Feisu Imnida Reared from a turkish tribe Faced the border's Yuan army The commander who had the Silk Road Daughter of General Batolu A warrior, who had lost her mind The warzone was full of blood and loss The battlefield was full of corpse Their bodies crying for the agony to end You, a deposed Goryo monarch Spared my life from hellfire Left to breathe in shame and sorrow Left with no chance to live With dignity and honor I became your lifeless subject I picked up the sword Buried the last ounce of hope For my tribe, my home Whom you conquered A hunt for Gumihos and Tigers You threw yourself as prey To save the chased nine-tailed fox The emperor's most favored consort You dare stare at your possible death And took the blade for her sake While I took the poison arrow You dared show me your weakness I dared mend your wounded chest I tried to unlove you So I could protect you, For I'll never have your heart There will always be two martyrs: The oppressed and the oppresor The protected and the protector I wish I could rest from the battle I fought alone And find my own path I had to leave   For my life is of my tribe I left, having the concern in your eyes
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
YON FEISU
Yuan, you told me Something so Deeply sad And depressing Where the bosses Would hide themselves With their love in a temple Hoping to be spoken about ever.
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Sad history.
My grandpa who eats steamed sweet potatoes on foothills textured in green rice patties dreamt up a tall brick house with a black iron gate barbwires sprung around the tips of the entrance to keep out thieves right now he wonders how long he can keep fibbing to my mother— their rotten hut at the end of the massive foothill, not fleeting monsoons come early, swells the ground till it gave a landslide takes four people and a child that day, red stars hung above Tiananmen square gates grounded bones came in sacks, white cement hauled by green skin trucks My grandpa who loves sweet potatoes constructs an ivory wall. after the revolution, the sun peeks out in montages peering through the smoke gunpowder stuck to the tank tire roads black heads roll off yellow tar dirt into a pit My grandpa gives his best friend one thousand yuan— visas for my mother and grandma, His best friend disappears, writes my grandpa an apology and, leaves him a large white sack of uncooked sweet potatoes light tan, severs in half and plops down on the lumpy cutting board, dusty orange inners, grandpa tosses them in the boiling water and later, while gnawing down, he pretends they are oranges for once Grandpa, who’s kneeling on our dried front yard with a worn out copper pail waters the salty earth slowly until it sprouts sugar canes chops one down, breaks it in half, the sun beats peering through palm leaves a viridescent river of silk and pale honey my small three year arms grab a hand full sliced by grandpa into pieces neatly placed in a blue flowered ceramic bowl years later, I chop a stalk down and chew until English becomes a second language again and in my twenties, I grab a hand full sliced my mom into pieces, places them in a weaved basket made of reinforced bamboo I put it in front of my grandpa’s grave in Fujian on the foggy mountainside of a small retirement town. The edge of the South China coast covered in a thick plastic smog, I sit on a stone eating sweet cold potatoes with my grandpa facing outland, a red kneeing sun, barely visible past the trees
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Grandpa Visits Me in the Summer
My grandpa who eats steamed sweet potatoes on foothills textured in green rice patties dreamt up a tall brick house with a black iron gate barbwires sprung around the tips of the entrance to keep out thieves right now he wonders how long he can keep fibbing to my mother— their rotten hut at the end of the massive foothill, not fleeting monsoons come early, swells the ground till it gave a landslide takes four people and a child that day, red stars hung above Tiananmen square gates grounded bones came in sacks, white cement hauled by green skin trucks My grandpa who loves sweet potatoes constructs an ivory wall. after the revolution, the sun peeks out in montages peering through the smoke gunpowder stuck to the tank tire roads black heads roll off yellow tar dirt into a pit My grandpa gives his best friend one thousand yuan— visas for my mother and grandma, His best friend disappears, writes my grandpa an apology and, leaves him a large white sack of uncooked sweet potatoes light tan, severs in half and plops down on the lumpy cutting board, dusty orange inners, grandpa tosses them in the boiling water and later, while gnawing down, he pretends they are oranges for once Grandpa, who’s kneeling on our dried front yard with a worn out copper pail waters the salty earth slowly until it sprouts sugar canes chops one down, breaks it in half, the sun beats peering through palm leaves a viridescent river of silk and pale honey my small three year arms grab a hand full sliced by grandpa into pieces neatly placed in a blue flowered ceramic bowl years later, I chop a stalk down and chew until English becomes a second language again and in my twenties, I grab a hand full sliced my mom into pieces, places them in a weaved basket made of reinforced bamboo I put it in front of my grandpa’s grave in Fujian on the foggy mountainside of a small retirement town. The edge of the South China coast covered in a thick plastic smog, I sit on a stone eating sweet cold potatoes with my grandpa facing outland, a red kneeing sun, barely visible past the trees
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My darling Yuan I didn’t want to leave For I enjoyed and loved you I felt safe. I ask if we can be Together once more As we have our ways with Eachother Erotically and playfully We whispered steamy Sweat nothings.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Yuan Matsumoto
When we were making out In the moonlight All was great Until you muttered Something strange in tibetan I was creeped out and Ask what you said You said that you Were a Buddha I freaked out some more Until you said that My moonlit beauty Made you achieve enlightenment I took it as a compliment We continued to couple But in the morning While we made love You said that you were going to announce your Achievement to everyone It only got worse Soon I missed my period I wasn’t stupid And I got afraid So I had to leave For the sake of the child So I run away back to the us Before you came back to me. I had a woman sneak me to the nearest airport And I left but ended up in Japan In the city of Osaka. Because I need medical attention To see how many kids I had multiples were confirmed As I was leaving I heard a familiar rough voice Call out my name I turned around It was yuan Matsumoto He asked me to come with him After he was looked over When we were both discharged yuan took me to his high end Appartment There my old sensei and I talked I said that I was in Tibet But he did not get angry “Let me see, that twirp dragged you?” I said yes and he gave me a hug And we made out Soon we made love As if you never knew. I just had one question That he wasn’t going to cut my heart out Yuan Matsumoto gently kissed me Reassuring me that he was only jealous At the time I wanted him. He gave me his mother’s ring And said that He was in love with me and wanted me for life. My yakuza and I kissed deeply.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Buddhas
When we were making out In the moonlight All was great Until you muttered Something strange in tibetan I was creeped out and Ask what you said You said that you Were a Buddha I freaked out some more Until you said that My moonlit beauty Made you achieve enlightenment I took it as a compliment We continued to couple But in the morning While we made love You said that you were going to announce your Achievement to everyone It only got worse Soon I missed my period I wasn’t stupid And I got afraid So I had to leave For the sake of the child So I run away back to the us Before you came back to me. I had a woman sneak me to the nearest airport And I left but ended up in Japan In the city of Osaka. Because I need medical attention To see how many kids I had multiples were confirmed As I was leaving I heard a familiar rough voice Call out my name I turned around It was yuan Matsumoto He asked me to come with him After he was looked over When we were both discharged yuan took me to his high end Appartment There my old sensei and I talked I said that I was in Tibet But he did not get angry “Let me see, that twirp dragged you?” I said yes and he gave me a hug And we made out Soon we made love As if you never knew. I just had one question That he wasn’t going to cut my heart out Yuan Matsumoto gently kissed me Reassuring me that he was only jealous At the time I wanted him. He gave me his mother’s ring And said that He was in love with me and wanted me for life. My yakuza and I kissed deeply.
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When I come into Your appartment To be with you Yuan Matsumoto I was surprised At the look of you The evil yakuza Version of the Dalai Lama. I find you to be handsome As we playfully And passionately make love I felt pleasured And loved My my Karate instructor Turned lover.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
Playful love making
Yuan – gobierno – kaadlawan ni Juan Brad Pitt kg Spielberg – mass media – kaadlawan ni Juan Epimetheus – siyensiya – kaadlawan ni Juan Islamic Development Bank – ekonomiya – kaadlawan ni Juan Mga modela – ikaayong lawas – kaadlawan ni Juan Star Wars 7 – literatura – kaadlawan ni Juan Iglesia sa San Juan – relihiyon – kaadlawan ni Juan -12/18/2015 (Dumarao) *Kaadlawan ni Juan
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Pito ka Aspeto
leprechaun with riding cap solitary sleeping avalanche watch him tweeter on the edge of fantasy round llama ranch fall into an overture shoot the applauding masses wetter than the rabbits cascading into molasses dueling dollar and yuan missives pointing to this guy can't always get what you want so shake your taxing habits rocking and remembering pay the peasant to do the deed if you try some dimes you get what you need a lonely greta garbo hat graces the desert dust shining like new under the sun pretending not to rust hungry and thirsty,   swallow another hollow promise smiling; laughing see them blindly follow each other now the bones of our distress blowing in circles like bits of dress and jeans the skulls and jewels don't walk run back to save a few more
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
Imajine
With the special definition of Private Week for private mathematics, the new INGLES; | the INGLES, mosaic must be a member of Yamampukichi's Red Monkey. To write to the personal seeker, write NARRRATTTORR MMER 1910 EYKIKI | 19 | | |                                     | | | | SOCIZES Markus Nell, code of Adolph Hushi Singh, and Liberty and Olivia wanted to keep the secret number of 'Emanuel D' of the nation -. "When I came to Wood for the action of Kishito" ... Jacob Saccramanto's solution was a bad relationship with today's Granada and the Ladies of Paula Killa. "This is red light," he said. . ... but I do not know life, my friend said that "the first German company, or those words ..." and "... Easton pastor, gold, silver and hollow mo' gold" SMagda, Fleming said 'Uganda, Eug-ra, Uganda , Uganda, Uganda, Uganda, Uganda, Pierce, Pierce, Uganda - Uganda - The child is born a father, a banker, 1919 100-100 is not well, said Wasa. To request a red motor's grace from the ammunicipator: Provider: A and B Scans, and Gregory, and John, who are responsible for the work of the mathematical units and the most difficult to answer. Participants of Combat, and the next Lindsay (barking) of Nell Mariner Akiki Sosise 19 and, for example, St. Gregory I Rigita Cornelius and Paul Russelli: "FSNIO" of Yugen HTML readers of their song "In Pressure" to ... Great Olivia Larcenaae Milkey Crissorgansen Grenadier, William the "Red" in Germany, who is in Florence ...               "..." ... an image of the summer, Alice Harcouss Keninisate Orophise; Fleming Sea Zone According to the policy of "The honeys of gold, two gold and Christians" is a day, "pirosporic ... ", "small" miracles | and metabolic yuan, found in time, and they are 100 | and God PinanIza, Baki SacriAcid's Adult JMA is the first pipipina.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Untitled | "..." | || the first pipipina
With the special definition of Private Week for private mathematics, the new INGLES; | the INGLES, mosaic must be a member of Yamampukichi's Red Monkey. To write to the personal seeker, write NARRRATTTORR MMER 1910 EYKIKI | 19 | | |                                     | | | | SOCIZES Markus Nell, code of Adolph Hushi Singh, and Liberty and Olivia wanted to keep the secret number of 'Emanuel D' of the nation -. "When I came to Wood for the action of Kishito" ... Jacob Saccramanto's solution was a bad relationship with today's Granada and the Ladies of Paula Killa. "This is red light," he said. . ... but I do not know life, my friend said that "the first German company, or those words ..." and "... Easton pastor, gold, silver and hollow mo' gold" SMagda, Fleming said 'Uganda, Eug-ra, Uganda , Uganda, Uganda, Uganda, Uganda, Pierce, Pierce, Uganda - Uganda - The child is born a father, a banker, 1919 100-100 is not well, said Wasa. To request a red motor's grace from the ammunicipator: Provider: A and B Scans, and Gregory, and John, who are responsible for the work of the mathematical units and the most difficult to answer. Participants of Combat, and the next Lindsay (barking) of Nell Mariner Akiki Sosise 19 and, for example, St. Gregory I Rigita Cornelius and Paul Russelli: "FSNIO" of Yugen HTML readers of their song "In Pressure" to ... Great Olivia Larcenaae Milkey Crissorgansen Grenadier, William the "Red" in Germany, who is in Florence ...               "..." ... an image of the summer, Alice Harcouss Keninisate Orophise; Fleming Sea Zone According to the policy of "The honeys of gold, two gold and Christians" is a day, "pirosporic ... ", "small" miracles | and metabolic yuan, found in time, and they are 100 | and God PinanIza, Baki SacriAcid's Adult JMA is the first pipipina.
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While My former instructor Yuan And I asked if I could Play with one of katanas I then went and licked the blade Trying not to cute my tounge Slowly while he watched He complained That the sword should be him I then did the same to him All over him But slower and more affectionate I pleasured him And loved him. Soon love poems Started to come up When I slept in When realized Yuan was With his crime family I kept writing love poems And hide them all over the appartment We were together Until I felt the need to go home Matsumoto promised that we Would stay in touch When I got to upper Manhattan To live with a friend And mother my children I took the time to sand him steamy Love letters. Which we responded with more steaminess After a while I wrote back And never heard from him Until one of his associates Wrote back saying that Oyabun Yuan Matsumoto Died in peace. Then I learned that you killed your self Too much hallucinogenics I died cherish you as you Deserved But instead fell for my karate instructor Yet again.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
True love.
The golden baby In the last slice of Mardigras cake A half dollar Well after they stopped being printed A rare right sided conch When most others are left Are the rare treasures I find buried underneath The glass bird Dainty as can be And the size of a nail The miniature tea cup A full set Spoon and all The Minni and Miki Mouse holiday wear mini collectibles Miniature Kitty Kat Pouches In four different colors Are the tiny bobbles I couldn’t bear to part with The multitudes of dice From classic six sided To 8 To 12 Even dice in dice More than can be counted Erasers by the gazillions Stingrays, baseball gloves Eraser pencils with missing erasers And a baby head detached from the body Keychains, by the plenty Sunglasses, Weapons Dream catchers, bird’s with bells, all sorts Of strange and curious oddities attached to a chain Coins, many sizes countries Fake, real Dinar, Rupee, Euro, dollar, Replica of ancient yuan Jewelry- Don’t even get me started Necklaces, bracelets Rings and earrings Even though my ears aren’t pierced! My hoarding tendencies coming to light in this Curious collection of collections Also known as The objects in my closet
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
The objects in my Closet
In the morning I made love to you And taught you everything I knew Then I left To be with my secret lover Sensei Yuan Matsumoto I made love to him and we ate together He noticed the Om mani Padme hum Near my womanhood And asked if I was tibetan I said that I was Irish “Good beautiful, because I am part Chinese and Japanese” “It was loud mouths idea,” I said coldly as if you were **** He looked like an evil, pasty, glasses less, tattooed Version of the Dalai Lama He had only compassion And gentleness For me Soon I spent nights with him This continued for months Almost a year I had to go back to you So yuan and I wrote **** love letters to eachother. And we would have the affair Before class You were welcomed back And you got strange when Matsumoto winked at me You asked what was going on And that you’ve read every sorted Letter You weren’t angry But curious and worried I said it was because I thought You were gay “Boris, yes I **** your sensei girl friend” yuan said. Embarrassing I left and went back to your appartment And curled in bed and cried Until no tears came out. You rushed in Saying that you will always love me You climbed in And we ended up making love though I was shamed. You kissed my tears and my face and mouth “Boris you are a wonderful person” You said that you were only on this planet to love me.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
Yakuza lover.
Demise. Soon the dollar will make no sense, debt to America. Stirling takes bank busting pecuniary pounding. Rows and rows of Euro’s under the Rouble far as the Yuan-dering eye can see in graveyards walled with B.R.I.C.S. Poem For President Putin. Victory to Russia.
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Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 8:09 AM UTC
Demise