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Milk For The Duck

AP!unlaid / 20 daysmy sexual imageisn't worth a shit.

If I were deadI couldn't attracta female fly.

Richard Brautigan

Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic

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To A Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785. Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

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Milk For The Duck

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I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free Perhaps everything would have been different if you had stayed at the ...

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If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

To A Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785. Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

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АЛЕКСАНДР ГАБОВ

РОССИЯ,РОСЕНЬКА,РОСУШКА Тебе больно. Когда уже скажут «домой!», Когда уже скажут «вольно»?

Золото

Женщина восьмидесяти лет Греет руки чашкой с крепким кофе. Плечи её греет красный плед, Падает на пол её тень в профиль.

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Санкт-Петербург о двух ключах, Так манит в моих скупых желаниях. Атланты держат небо на плечах, Душа стремится к послушанию. Здесь дух Петра, и все так ново,