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It was once upon a time day Nothing more than a circumstance a moment of action a wait That begins that ends It contained yes it contained and also allowed…
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Thunder Take me up I’d like a freight train for christmas I like its strut No more Begin by tracing paint Light and eyesight The freeways of a flower A…
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I tell the tale without a smile What a way to walk up and down an arid mountain Read work sit stand do not you must never quiet Drumming squares…
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We’d listen to Mozart Burn our palms You’ve got sunflowers in your eyes you; you see it all Littering seagulls Deathly sick seashells Pregnant ladybugs Empty fruit Water without bell…
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Hello My name is Joe short for Mesadieux George Andre Simon My father and his father’s name in one I uphold traditions in Leogane Haiti When you think of metallic…
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Soil for accent metaphor a walk human in the end with a mind for signs that bell no longer sun for work has rotted into ash we offer seed to…
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In this world of hummingbirds and butterflies hummingbird proletariat butterfly concerned cognitariat we learn to recite the sun without thinking of tombs or whales or glass we practice dancing houses…
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In the very city in which Western man sentenced the other with a cast iron bell despite beauty in grammar pattern and color There is no longer a Los Angeles…
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Louis Aragon wrote a very famous poem with his partner’s eyes in mind A long song to her sung by a troubadour who dreamed and practiced both communism and human…
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Was this schizophrenia? As Asefi closed the door behind her, she remembered a young man in a red beanie reading a book on Peter Grant the “greatest rock manager of…
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To whom this should distress, Having attended and enjoyed many of the DCA’s Compose LA events, especially impressive Quetzal’s collective songwriting at Self Help Graphics, I have written this…
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La luna no dice nada sin lucha sin huelga El amor es un flor con sueños de un gran emancipation la estrellas dicen todo Este agua es para su dolor…
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