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She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
I was a Difficult Child
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She just looks at me
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She just appeared out of nowhere
She knew what she was doing
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was steady
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
the way she wears her weary
When she was bad
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was coming out as he was going in.
Because, perhaps she was cold
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was locked in time
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She just stares at us like we're crazy
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was free
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
she was waylaid by an octopus
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was too beautiful to be human
She always confused her greys with white.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
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 was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The child, she cannot sleep
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She just sat there
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She is and was
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She works in mysterious ways
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
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.
Can't she just carpool or something?
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
God is a she
she turns and smiles, then walks away
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
what she kisses twice
How clear she shines
English As She Is Spoke
She has trouble acting normal
So she wet the bed
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
What She Said
So then she said
She Hangs Brightly
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She Is Suffering
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
I don't like her because she won't like me
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She said she loved me
She Loves Me
All That She Wants
How she saw the moon
She Loves You
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She Moved Through The Fair
That's all she wrote
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She misses me
Last year was always better
I knew she wasn't faking
(s)he
She arose and said matter-of-factly
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Is she really going out with him?
she being Brand
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She thought about giving him her heart
So happy she drools
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
Jennifer, is she your friend?
This exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
The vacuum she left
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The End Of The Way It's Always Been
She Smells of Lilacs
She said yes
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The picture she drew in my notebook
She is why God is God.
She approached me with some vague line
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She sells sea shells
She stopped and took a second look
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
With him it was always like
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
She smiles in colors
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
Murder She Wrote
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Surah 58 She that Disputeth

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