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Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
There was a man who lived a life of fire
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
There once was a man from St. Paul
Where's the kaboom?
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
There Was No Leak
Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
Unfortunately, there was no applause
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
There Was a Child Went Forth
It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
Was There a Time
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
I was afraid of getting caught
I tried to arrange my life in paragraphs, unaware that I was a haiku
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She is and was
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
There once was a girl named Irene
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
You Forget Sometimes There Was Sunshine Back Then
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
There was a land where lived no violets
There was a rose that faded young
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
I was there
There Once Was a Farmer
There was a young lady of Riga
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
There was always the blue of you
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
She was steady
when life was kind and we were two young wide-eyed believers
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Once there was a way...
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
for a long time i was afraid i would forget; now i'm afraid i might not
She was too beautiful to be human
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
I worked at the mall in the 80s. There was a cult that used to recruit out on the front steps.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I was a witch in a past life
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
There once was a chicken named Alice
I remember, there was one
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
and there was this girl
There was a moment of drunken silence
There was a man with tongue of wood
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
There Was a Man of Double Deed
Was it ever there?
There was a time when I got lost wherever I went.
There was a cold day
One hour there was sunlight
There never was a body that gave the undertaker a tip
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
There was a time before
There was a man and a woman
A knock there was upon the door
There Was A Friend
Before you, there was me
There was no one waiting for me...
Before inertia, there was impetus
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Why, Martha, for the longest time there was no railway station in Slough!
There was a baby in China
There was a little girl
Once there was a bug in a hole that he dug
Where Once Life Was
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
She was locked in time
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What the hell was she thinking?
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
When she was bad
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
There Was a Desert in My Head
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
She knew what she was doing
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
There was once a Man
There was a time when I was a better person
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
No shit, there I was
Besides the part where she was the only one
There was an old lady
There was this one great night at Alice's house,
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
This Was Your Life

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