Too Many Dead Poets, Not Enough Wine
Prunes
I am as silent as a sign
Chalk
When I woke up, my house was in a cloud
The Fanny-Fart Symphony
Sometimes I think I see you
Once I saw a golden retriever that looked at me sadly. I thought, you?
Major Minor and his Aide Corporal Punishment
Snow, slowly rising, whispering
I love her like an old coat
The sky is late today, grieving
When I grow up I would like to be alive
No wonder he left the kitchen drawer ajar
Look at me now mother, your awkward lump
First rehearse the easy things
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