Luggage
Luggage, laundry, shells. /
We all leave something behind. /
Loves, lies, stories.
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Cane and me
Substance or shadow, /
Science or superstition, /
Love’s dark truth, Hate’s light?
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Two writers are sitting at a bar, as writers are sometimes want to do.
One writer sips his drink and says, “I’m thinking of make a run for the U.S. Congress. If I do, will you vote for me?”
The other writer puts down his drink and says, “No.”
The first writer hesitates, looking visibly taken aback, but then asks, “Why not?”
The other writer says, “Because I already know all your lies.”
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