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She was coming out as he was going in.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Why women suddenly come out of the woodwork when a man gets married
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
There Was a Man of Double Deed
She was too beautiful to be human
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
That man was a sock puppet on the hand of God.
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
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
He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
It was a dark and stormy night. I had taken a creative writing class.
The power's out in the heart of man
The Man Who Was (user)
I was the man who never lied. I never lied until today.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
The Man Who Was Thursday
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
This Dust Was Once the Man
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
She knew what she was doing
Because, perhaps she was cold
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
The man behind the mask is looking for the book with the pages torn out
John 3:16 was said to one man, at night
man when you are telling me how it was
My man was shot for his sheep coat
Tribute to the Man Who Never Was (document)
There was a man with tongue of wood
There was an Old Man on some rocks
He was a man stuck between the objective and the subjective
The Tale of a Youth who set out to learn what Fear was
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
Of Gods and Men: Who Was This Man Called the Christ?
Outside she reads, outside she is reading the evacuation procedure, out loud
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She always was devious in her beauty
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 was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She just appeared out of nowhere
Jesus was a black man
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
she was waylaid by an octopus
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
At that time I was taken up with alchemy
I was taken by a honeymoon scam
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Adam really was the first man
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
I was a free man once, in Saigon
Tripping out on Rye bread, man
There was a man who lived a life of fire
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
There once was a man from St. Paul
I a man sad, with a linux box, a slow internet connection and friends who can not see the love in me bursting to get out.
I am no longer the foolish young man I once was
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
There was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard
There was a man and a woman
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
Man Was Made to Mourn
Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
Your husband was a great man
The day I found out I was a guy
Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
Is she really going out with him?
She threw out all my letters
God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
And as the dreaming was danced, a sound went out
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
I worked at the mall in the 80s. There was a cult that used to recruit out on the front steps.
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
She went out through the bathroom window
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was locked in time
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When she was bad
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Man was created in God's image
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
There was once a Man
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
God was created in man's image
Well-Manicured Man
The Man of La Mancha
Little Big Man
Impressing a man
Stick it to the man
Old Man Murray
Renaissance man
Repo Man
poor man's thinking
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
Rasputin: A hard man to kill
Asian Man Records
Sabre Man
man in the moon
God's Gift To Man
The lopside-head man
There once was a man from Nantucket
See a man about a dog

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