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I don't enjoy being called for things I've done wrong, but I understand and accept my punishment. I just hate it when I am falsely accused. Like I don't make enough mistakes on my own.
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- staring through the glare, she is there. and she ...
- Ozymandias of Orlando
- capturing the instant of epiphany
- rumination on a solitary life
- Summer blockbuster roulette
- A Memorial Day reflection by a pacifist
- Sunday evening at an angle
- Jaz who?
- silence is...unusual for me
- Love
- Jimmy Carter, Christian
- Poetic menage a trois
- Catching up
- The Falwell Joke
- Prince Harry's faded dreams of glory
- the future of the podcasts
- Rev. Jerry Falwell has died
- This and that on the Ides of May
- Poet on an OST?
- for all you Mothers...
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- thought
- Isn't it a pity?
- this was a cola nut...
- Prepping for Mother's Day
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- The Internet Archive: now a library
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