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Drums of war The barbaric bumble
Little brothers teeming Courting the petals
the bowers underneath hear they have voices dancing conversation
a city built by women stacking spit and will be candles drenched in golden sweetness
firstborn slays the siblings And the throne is uncontested
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Plans He thought of everything. He built the house in winter, when no one else was building. Lumber would be cheaper. Labor would be short, so he did it himself, after hiring a chain gang to dig the foundation in September, before the ground froze. He put up walls and a roof, casing seventeen rooms, three outer doors, twenty-nine windows. The glass was double-paned, the doors oak, the sidings pale green with white shutters. Three stories high it stood, with an attic under a pinnacled roof shingled black. Thousands of nails drPlans


100 percent chance I always tried to convince myself I didn't believe in destined romance, love at first sight, soul mates, or fate. Then I went to a concert, and a girl came up to me and said, "My friend wants to meet you, but she's shy...would you..." I nodded and followed her. Her friend's name was Jill, and in love with her the moment we made eye contact. When I tell this story I like to emphasize that I met my girlfriend with whom, at the time of this writing, I have been deeply and happily in love for 22 months, at around 8:22 pm on August 22, 2005 (8/22). Then I100 percent chance
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