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563 lines
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CLIFF-HANGER
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The path climbs before me.
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A path strewn with danger.
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I have cliffs to the right,
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descending sheer to abyss.
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I have a wall of rock to the left,
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climbing to a distant vanishing point.
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You stand at the end of the path,
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on a pointed bluff.
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You stare away from me,
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clad in gossamer.
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A twenties Coca-Cola fantasy.
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I cling to an inch of ledge.
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Me?
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I am Hogarth street-drudge.
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But I must try for you anyway.
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I crawl and edge my way to you.
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The crumbly rock skitters away beneath my feet.
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I tear fingernails, gasp in pain.
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You do not turn.
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I hear a voice in my head:
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"Will our hero make it?
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Can he reach his dream?
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Or will he fall to his doom?
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Tune in next--"
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NO!
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NOT YET!
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I feel the edge give way as I leap for the heaven of your bluff.
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Short.
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Pain star-bursts as ribs crack on a knife point.
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I haul myself to safety at your feet.
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I lay fish-breathing.
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My eyes travel up your:
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"Well-turned ankle"
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"Long coltish legs"
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"A caboose that inspired the theory of perpetual-motion"
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"A back that angels dream of"
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"Limbs to make a willow weep"
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To your face
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Wind plays with your raven hair like some demented hairdresser.
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But even Wind cannot hide your
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Bright
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Electric
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Blue eyes
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The twins smile.
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You reach
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Open your
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Hand
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To me?
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Nah.
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Yeah?
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Yeah!
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A giddy strengh fills me as I stand.
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Under your gaze and hands
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I am no longer a miscarriage from an artist's nightmare.
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I have become a
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David
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Apollo
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Errol
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Stupidly smiling,
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I look over your shoulder.
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I see beyond you,
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no, us.
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A path.
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Sheer drop to the right.
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Wall of rock to the left.
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A sign.
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Hand lettered.
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Arrow pointing.
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"TO PARADISE ??200 mi."
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-MSH 5/30/88 ??)(Theresa. Some day I'll make the leap.)
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GEAR-JAMMER
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She ain't no line-puncher,
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She's a gear-jammer.
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She handles like a sick whale,
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But she holds a hundred plus
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Steady as a priest.
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No back-street beater,
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She's a highway eater.
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She's made to cruise,
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Built to ROLL.
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Eating distance
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Land shark.
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Sea wolf.
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Get her on the road.
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Ease her up to fifty.
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Mash down on the gas.
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Squash your eyeballs into discs.
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Got you by the balls.
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Ain't gonna let go.
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Don't black out now.
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Watch the dotted line
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Stitch together,
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A solid bar.
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Flyin' low
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At one-two-oh.
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She's settin' right.
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Feel the wheels.
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Do they still touch ground?
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The needle.
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Pegged to the right
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You guess it at one-forty-five.
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Your ass sizzles.
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The hard pavement screams
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A mere twelve inches below.
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She wants more.
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Always more.
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Speed.
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Momentum.
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The big MO.
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The engine howls.
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The wheels sing.
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The highway whispers.
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Ahead,
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The sky.
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A horizon that ceases
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To race before you.
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Wait.
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Pick it.
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Choose the moment.
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Now.
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Kill the engine.
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The steering wheel,
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Embedded in cement.
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No turning away.
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The guard rail
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Disappears with a grunt.
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air.
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Floating.
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Sailing.
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A scream.
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Like,
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A wounded horse.
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A cat fight.
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A dying rabbit.
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Fingernails down your spine.
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Twisting metal.
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It is done.
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M.S. Hazen 1987
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This one ain't mine.....read it somewhere
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DON'T ASK ME WHO I AM, MY FRIEND,
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MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
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FOR I MAY THINK I'M ANOTHER MAN,
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AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
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DON'T ASK ME WHO I LOVE MY FRIEND,
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MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
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FOR THE OTHER MY LOVE MAY NOT BE ENOUGH,
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AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
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DON'T ASK ME WHY I FIGHT, MY FRIEND,
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MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
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FOR I CAN'T KILL THE OTHER MAN'S RIGHT,
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AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
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THE SHIP WE SAIL ISN'T STRONG, MY FRIEND,
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TO THINK SO IS A LIE.
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IF IT SAILS US NOW, IT WON'T BE FOR LONG,
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AND TOMORROW WE MAY DIE.
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SONNET #1
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I peer over the ramparts of my soul.
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My defenses stand ready to repell.
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Any invasion, any sort of toll.
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My tower of Iron will set for hell.
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Yet all I view is a smile full of glee.
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Topped by eyes, wide and deep, quietly staring
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She begins to dance, dance only for me!
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At first cautious; hips swaying eyes daring.
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Tawny, feline body beckons as
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Only the female of the species can.
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Mesmerised; hands tremble, weak knees of glass;
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Open the gate with the flinch of a gland.
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A claw, hers, plunges through the opening.
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My heart rips free. I'm left to my healing.
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1986
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I saw something like this once...call it jammin on a theme.
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SWEAT
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Quietly,
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He came to Her.
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He removerd Her covering.
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He sat for a moment,
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Staring.
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Taking into His eyes
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And soul,
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Her naked body.
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He began to caress
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Her soft,
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Veined neck.
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She moaned softly.
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He ran His hand across
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The graceful curve
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Of Her waist.
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His calloused
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Fingertips brushed
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Her belly
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Again, She moaned.
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He began to
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Pluck, pull and press.
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Her moans became
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Rythmic.
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Together,
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They moved
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Screamed
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And groaned.
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Emotion
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Raging through Them.
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A final burst
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Of harmonic breath,
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They ended.
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His sweat
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Dripped upon
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Her warm glowing
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Body.
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Slowly,
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He got up
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Stretching
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Cramped and kinked muscles.
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He gently
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Placed the guitar back into
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Her case.
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M.S. HAZEN 1984
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Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven
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& the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845
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Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766
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realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662
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Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699
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The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK
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The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674
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Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560
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"Raw Data for Raw Nerves"
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