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2011
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December
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two poems about hating my house and loving yours
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July
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ugh.
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June
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the twentieth tuesday twenty weeks. with eyes li...
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May
(2)
oh l'amore
intense
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April
(2)
fifth july two thousand and nine
scientology poem
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March
(1)
life revision
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February
(1)
i love this woman
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January
(3)
cats-on-wye
so i'll write a poem instead
why, happy twenty eleven
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2010
(9)
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November
(1)
distract me from the winter, please
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September
(2)
you are not special you are not special you are no...
thunder and lightning
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August
(1)
five minute poem
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June
(1)
make me miserable
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April
(1)
last year seems so long ago
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March
(3)
unless it's fictions
(a haiku)
i'm back, i think
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2009
(15)
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December
(1)
the best thing for you would to be queen, so be qu...
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November
(1)
this is the place i made my first mistakes
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October
(2)
love on paper plates is great and you make me smil...
a loan shark took his daughter up the arse for ten...
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September
(4)
and it's boring to hear of another young truth and...
simon cowell has no sense of humour
bonding over goosebumps books
a heavily romanticised idea of autumn
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August
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And at the gate of the embassy our hands met throu...
"I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared...
please forgive me if my hands are where my head sh...
there's nothing prettier than a pretty girl diggin...
The wine is disgusting but acceptable, largely bec...
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July
(2)
Ugh is an onomatopoeic representation of an aspira...
brief feeling of extreme stupity when i forgot how...
Sunday, 30 January 2011
cats-on-wye
man, i'd forgotten how much i like reading books
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