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I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She knew what she was doing
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was steady
There was a cold day
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
There Was No Leak
She was never mine. I always shared her.
If the government wasn't involved in the Sept 11 attacks, what was it doing?
All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
With you there is nothing involved but everything
There Was a Man of Double Deed
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
There was this one great night at Alice's house,
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
We knew there would be kissing, and breasts
I knew she wasn't faking
There was a time before
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
This was when I knew my childhood was over
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
she was waylaid by an octopus
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Was it ever there?
There was an old lady
The first time I knew I was different
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was too beautiful to be human
She just sat there
There was a man and a woman
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
There Was A Friend
Before you, there was me
He thinks a path and travels the emptiness that was there
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
and there was this girl
What if Everything You Thought You Knew About AIDS Was Wrong?
When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
UK's response to 'Extroadinary Rendition': SIS knew US was torturing suspects.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was coming out as he was going in.
I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
No shit, there I was
Besides the part where she was the only one
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
There was a time when I was a better person
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was locked in time
There Once Was a Farmer
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
There never was a body that gave the undertaker a tip
Was There a Time
There Was a Child Went Forth
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 a man who lived a life of fire
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
It was the year 2000. Nobody knew what was coming.
A knock there was upon the door
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
I was there
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
Unfortunately, there was no applause
There was a baby in China
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
And only those who had been there knew the whole truth.
There was no one waiting for me...
Why, Martha, for the longest time there was no railway station in Slough!
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
Before inertia, there was impetus
It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
What the hell was she thinking?
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.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
When she was bad
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She always was devious in her beauty
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
If there is a heaven, she is there.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was free
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She is and was
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
There She Goes
She Was 18, It Was Summer
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
There was a young lady of Riga
There was once a Man
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
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.
There once was a chicken named Alice
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
There was a rose that faded young
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
There was a man with tongue of wood
I remember, there was one
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
One hour there was sunlight
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
There was a moment of drunken silence
There once was a man from St. Paul
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
There once was a girl named Irene
Where's the kaboom?
There was a land where lived no violets
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys

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