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If We're Talking About Love |
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Then I Have To Tell You |
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Dear Readers, I'm Not Sure Where I'm Headed |
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I've Gotten Lost Before |
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I've Woke Up Stone Drunk |
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Face Down In The Floor |
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Late Afternoon, The House Is Hot |
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I Started, I Jumped Up |
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Everyone Hates A Bore |
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Everybody Hates A Drunk |
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This May Be A Lit Invention |
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Professors Muddled In Their Intent |
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To Try To Rope In Followers |
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To Float Their Malcontent |
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As For This Reader, |
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I'm Already Spent |
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Late Afternoon, The House Is Hot |
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I Started, I Jumped Up |
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Everyone Hates A Sad Professor |
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I Hate Where I Wound Up |
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Dear Readers, My Apologies |
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I'm Drifting In And Out Of Sleep |
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Long Silence Presents The Tragedies |
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Of Love Not The Age Get Afraid |
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The Surface Hazy With Attendant Thoughts |
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A Lazy Eye Metaphor On The Rock |
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Late Afternoon, The House Is Hot |
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I Started, I Jumped Up |
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Everyone Hates A Bore |
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Everybody Hates A Drunk |
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Everyone Hates A Sad Professor |
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I Hate Where I Wound Up |
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I Hate Where I Wound Up |
