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What do you do when the rainmaker runs When thunder roars, and roads flood Where will you hide when the truth rains down In your castle of cards, Joker’s the crown How will it feel when karma returns The favors you gave when the old clock turned Think of me then, as it all falls…
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It doesn’t matter where I’ve been The people I’ve touched The skin I’m in All I am is a memory To former lovers And enemies
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Coconut spoke too much Apple met a pear Bananas never felt so good Strawberries have hair Blue are the berries Round like tears I shall never live a life based on fear
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I like the works of Charles Bukowski. He reminds me of a wet cigarette in between your fingers as you try to keep the cherry from the rain. The coffee is still shooting steam from its cover, and I am alone with my thoughts. They can lead you into madness. I watch myself from twenty…
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What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective? Listening is always better when you don’t know what to say…
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Birth an idea Birth a soul Birth someone You’re soon to know Raise an army of the dead wish you could see inside my head
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“Why burn bridges?” my cousin asks me, on the snowy globe of his mother’s home. How can he see, as he stands tall like a king, that he is only a court jester? All I did was set the match ablaze and toss it in front of me to expose the puddles of gasoline that…
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What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self? You really don’t have to…
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There is a woman Like a barrel-breasted fish If you asked She’d tell you I’m a bitch I love her, though and that’s a fact Your girl can play Tit for tat
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“Just curious…” my mother ends her question with an addendum. The answer to her question is six weeks… Six weeks from when he came to the front desk, where I was stationed at work, and said he wanted to disappear into the Green Mountains, and I replied, “Take me with you.” She wanted to know…
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Sharon Rose 