Findings:

• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• Elegy XIII
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
• His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• His 'N' Hers
• I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• From Her to Eternity
• the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
• how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• I watched her from afar
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• Inches away from her face
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
• The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
• His and Her Circumstances
• His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• At her mirror, his muse
• In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
• before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
• Duino Elegies
• Elegy 2
• Elegy III
• Elegy V
• Elegy VI
• The Divine Comedy Summary for the Literary Novice: Inferno Cantos XIII, XIV, XV
• Elegy VIII
• Elegy IX
• Elegy X
• Elegy XI
• The Elegies of John Donne
• Elegy XV
• Elegy XVI
• Elegy XVII
• Elegy XIX
• Elegy XX
• The Funeral Elegy
• Elegy XXI
• Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
• Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
• Marwndat Dylan eil Ton--The Elegy of Dylan son of the Wave
• The Elegy of Corroi son of Dayry
• Elegy to Julius Caesar
• Elegy to a Muse
• The Elegy of Madoc
• The Elegy of Owain ab Urien
• The Elegy of Uthur Pendragon
• pastoral elegy
• The Elegy of Cunedda
• Elegy for Mippy
• Elegy for Mippy II
• Trombone elegies
• Elegy for Iris
• Eulogy for a simulation, conditional
• Elegy (as a result of John Tavener's death)
• Elegy, for a singer
• Plan 9 from Outer Space
• 3rd Rock from the Sun
• Bastard Operator from Hell
• You're not from around here, are you?
• From Dusk Till Dawn
• You can't get there from here
• from
• The Cat from Outer Space
• Theme from Shaft
• Redo from start
• Argument from Evil
• From the Earth to the Moon
• The In Sound from Way Out!
• Drinking from the water hose
• I've had better hugs from wind gusts and dead people
• Escape From New York
• Escape from L.A.
• Zev
• Steady Sounds from the Underground
• From Beyond
• Exile: Escape From the Pit
• An eternity spent apart from God
• Getting Saved From the Sixties
• There once was a man from Nantucket
• Home away from home
• Withdraw yourself from the situation
• freedom from suffering
• Letters from my mother
• God won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
• Playing hooky from the family
• Happy Labor Day from Insomnia Boy
• Small gifts from the universe
• Awful Green Things from Outer Space
• Muppets From Space
• Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
• letter from a Boeing 717
• Dav from Jordan (user)
• Tales from the Crypt
• Things we learn from movies
• And then I crawled out from under the table
• How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
• Jose Chung's From Outer Space
• Brewing ale and porter from sugar and malt
• The view from my room
• Letters from a Savior; Offer for a few
• From Ritual to Romance
• Will the distant future see a removal from linear thought?
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 1, 1906
• What I want from life
• From a Letter to Stanislaus Joyce, September 1905
• Excerpts from the Marion Barry Crack Tape
• Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus
• If you can't spell, you're an idiot. "Original ideas" don't come from idiots.
• pajamas from the dryer
• Any sufficiently advanced music is indistinguishable from MIDI
• Swear words from science fiction
• From a Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 10, 1906
• FTP from my dreams
• Just some more jokes from the Necronomicon
• Getting what you want from disgruntled lab techs
• lost in the wind from a butterfly's wings
• The Menace from Earth
• Erich Fromm
• RFC 1217
• Starting from Paumanok
• The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
• 'A Letter' from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
• COME FROM
• Making plastic explosives from bleach
• Greetings from the hypersphere
• Tales from the Hood
• From Pent-up Aching Rivers
• Facing West from California's Shores
• The evolution of Microsoft Windows from the utterly useless UI tweaks perspective
• From pillar to post
• Beware the disgusting butter cream tart from Chinatown
• Escape from Monkey Island
• Genius from Mars Technique
• Sonnet #43, from the Portuguese
• Water Balloon Olympics from the Tenth Floor
• The Secession of Canada from the Republic of Quebec
• return from the dead
• Highlights from Star Trek's "Starfleet Ship Design Manual" (chapter 7, "Designing the bridge")
• Making an F-16 from a cereal box, some Scotch tape, and a penny
• Scenes from the Hat
• The "running from the explosion" scene
• Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only
• Two Guys from Andromeda
• How many ways can you say "It's stuff made from soy"?
• Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech
• taking down the advertising industry from the inside

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