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He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
The best part about you is that you don't even know how great you are
She was free
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Just how perfect was Jesus?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Your husband was a great man
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
man when you are telling me how it was
How was the play, Missus Lincoln?
Creative Nomad Jukebox Zen
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
She was so tall, and I was so in love
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.
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
Foundation for Telling Me How Great I Am
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
How's she cutting?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
What the hell was she thinking?
How I survived the Great Conclusion Jump of 1995
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The Bed Was Not My Own
WoOz: 17 How the Balloon Was Launched
How she saw the moon
So she wet the bed
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
How the Earth was destroyed
How the West Was Won
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
She says kill. I say how many.
Running a BBS
How to have a great vacation in China without money
To a girl who thought she was moving away
middle of summer how crazy it was
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
When she was bad
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She always was devious in her beauty
Sitting on a water bed
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
How to open a shrinkwrapped CD
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She threw herself from the bed
Besides the part where she was the only one
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was too beautiful to be human
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Gays are great, so she says
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
She wrote the great american napkin
How Great Thou Art
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
How was your trip to London, Dan?
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
Making a bed
How was the Bible canonized?
How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
How clear she shines
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
Sleeping with a great dane
How America was mapped
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
Charles Bridgeman
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
she does not know how much I need this
How's she goin', by
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
How Kissing Was Discovered
There was this one great night at Alice's house,
How the West Was Lost
Another bed she does not own
She was steady
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
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
That's Just How He Was
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
How was Trump at Munich?
being a kid was great
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She knew what she was doing
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
How to wear a great kilt
breakfast in bed
go to bed
Air bed
Purbeck beds
made bed
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
Marriage bunk beds
The Roof Above My Bed
Mister Bed
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
Went to bed a god and woke up as a peasant
No matter what you think, you can NOT do homework in bed
Bed and Sofa
I still find strands of her hair in bed
I want you in my bed
Bed music
Pebble Bed Modular Reactor
In bed feigning sleep
Hide Away Bed and Breakfast Inn
after all white horses are in bed
Apple pie bed
rocking bed
deep sand bed
The bed is in the ocean
James Graham's Celestial Bed
Always check for evidence of alien abduction before going to bed with someone
hot bed
The best conversations take place in bed
wet the bed
There are monsters in my head, under my bed. Stop.
Putting the annual garden to bed
Putting the perennial garden to bed
In Bed with Johns Hopkins
Love poem from the monsters under my bed
Eating in bed
Brigit's bed

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