Asterisks in my diary
Living in a jungle, living in a tent.
We know the walls are strong
Cycling in the rain
The beans among the weeds
We should dedicate ourselves to drink
I woke up and found my heart was in the garden
Apparently 40% is almost half
Falling into the pool
I know you're dead, but how
dead?
We can continue, not go back and change
From Wales, the mostly
English sector
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Give us This Day
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Every other known
planet
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Eight Feet Under
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Around me the images
of thirty years
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Cold Stella
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Blue Moon
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Bread Pudding
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CHIPPER
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Miguel and the Magic Trainers
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A Long Way in a Mini
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How can I get a sense
of country?
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First, having read the
book of myths
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Filed halfpennies for
the meter
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Hello, my babies
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In Pisa, Leaning
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He was a deaf-mute
beggar with a black beetle body
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Cherry Tango
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A Quantity of Solvent
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An assignation in
Oxford
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Banana, Banana
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All things must close,
and it wash over
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He was used to the
heat, living down here.
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