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- 01:04 pm
“i should have changed that stupid lock / i should have made you leave your key”
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- 08:15 am
“Ah, hadst thou lived, my warrior / Among the glorious ones, / I had borne thee savage daughters”
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- 07:44 am
“On Arizonan mesas shall be done / Dim rites unto the thunder and the sun”
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- 08:05 am
“the ghost of the silver Moon arose, / Holding her yellow lamp”
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- 09:37 am
“And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout— / But there’s no joy in Mudville”
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- 08:18 am
“City of mist and rain and blown gray spaces, / Dashed with wild wet color and gleam of tears”
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- 07:46 am
“Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; / Ring out the thousand wars of old”
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- 07:53 am
“the games / Left the great circus empty, and the dust / Buried the Caesars, senators, and dames.”
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- 08:04 am
“staring blindly into space / getting up to splash my face / wondering how much i can take”
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- 07:58 am
“No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,/No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,/November!”
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Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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