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The one my father never met
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She was never mine. I always shared her.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I never saw her again
Searching for her silver light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
The woman with her legs apart
she gave her heart to a falling star
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
The Old Woman And Her Pig
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
She knows no truth except her own.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
The Lark Burying Her Father
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
I'll never be the other woman
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
A woman of her times
I met her today, the girl I used to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She thought about giving him her heart
I never met him. He broke my heart.
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.
She took a California tilt and never came back.
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
She had never kissed someone so old.
A New Student and Her Father
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
notes I never gave her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't like her because she won't like me
A woman and her Cock
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
A Woman of Her Tribe
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
the way she wears her weary
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
If there is a wise woman, it is her
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she lit her thumb on fire
woman and her husband
The Woman and Her Hen
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
I've Never met a nice South African
the ocean never ceasing in her secret whispers to the land
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
I never told you she stole my heart
You will never be a real woman
After searching for my mother's name for twenty years, I realized I also did not know my father's
A Woman Who Never Was
Never underestimate the power of a woman with no specific purpose
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
Arguing with my father has never achieved anything for me ever
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I ran over an old woman with her own car
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
She flies with her own wings
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I never called her momma
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She always was devious in her beauty
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She practices her speech
She asked me to read her a poem
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
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
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
My father never made promises he could not keep. My father never promised anything.
She always confused her greys with white.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
She keeps her lies everywhere
The Night We Never Met
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
A letter to my father
The Counterfeit Old Woman
Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
Entertaining Father Stone
My Father's Dragon
Portrait of My Father as a Young Man
White Fathers
Advice my father gave me before I left for college
Father and Daughter
Hello, sorry to wake you, your father is dying
Dancing with my father
Holy Father
My Father My King
Father, Hear the Prayer we Offer

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