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Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
What the hell was she thinking?
When she was bad
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She is and was
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was too beautiful to be human
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
To a girl who thought she was moving away
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was steady
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
she was waylaid by an octopus
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Waiting No More
People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
It was more than perfect understanding
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
bringing me back to when less was worth more
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was locked in time
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
more sure of all I thought was true
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
More than he was willing to give
She knew what she was doing
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
Besides the part where she was the only one
There was no one waiting for me...
Waiting until dusk, when it was safe
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
More KaZe JoNeS (user)
Men make more money than women
Prices should have no more than 2 significant digits
i just keep waiting for the day when i'll see you again
If there were more people like you, there would be less people
Thomas More
Now more than ever
more answer songs
No More Cocoons
Painting a rock to make it look more like a rock
Why the world is more beautiful without a creator
I Ain't Got No Home In This World Any More
Node More Mathematics
Do chessmasters think more moves ahead?
more power to you
more zen
Everything is relative, but some things are more relative than others
old chestnut: more graph problems
answer: more graph problems
Just some more jokes from the Necronomicon
Expanded Universe: More Worlds of Robert Heinlein
MCI WorldCom buys dem bones for more than $100B
The less you know, the more money you make
Decrying political correctness without an understanding of its causes and intended consequences is little more than racism muttered under one's breath
more language equations
more language equations - answers
How to make a mailman's job more entertaining
More bare shoulders than a week of WB programming
Men get turned on by lesbians much more than women get turned on by gay men
Thinking you know more about computers than the tech you just called
There's more than one way to skin a cat
Things that people do more over and over that I haven't even done once
Making your computer's ribbon cables more compact
Why are other people's beds more comfortable?
I wish that dreamland were slightly more predictable, sometimes
1991-96 were more fun years, but I'll likely get more accomplished in the year 2000 alone
I have more stories about trains for you
The vanity of a woman demands that a man be more than a happy husband
There are more Chinese restaurants in Toronto than in Shanghai
This is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you
why global warming causes weather to become more extreme
send more money
There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on earth
There's nothing more annoying than to try to rebel against someone who's totally supportive about whatever you want to do
Fear no More
more is more
less is more
More David Hewson Idiocy
A moral system based on more and better sex
Anecdote involving a toilet and a drunk guy
Tenchi, go get some more *hic* TEA!
music means more than this
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
my life is more than this
dr's Hospital Adventure : nurses put up with more than you can ever realize
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy
Tell the truth or make your lies more interesting
More Tales of the City
I know more when I'm alone
You were never going to become more than this to me
wanting is more satisfying than having
Is it me or are there more bisexuals these days?
What I really want is for my troubles to be a puddle on your shoulder
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun
Things are more like they are now than they ever were before
More Titians
Why elderly women should drink more alcohol to prevent osteoporosis
Death has entered my life once more
There is no more joyful feeling than crying
This one goes out to you - not so much the people in the audience, but more the people in my mind
Mores Maiorum
Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes
God sends beer, the Devil sends more beer
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others
So, we'll go no more a roving
The More You Suffer, The More It Shows You Really Care

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