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poetry is  playing with words to make them say what words  can never say

I don't want to sleep in no more I want to see the dawn breaking over the hill I want to steal every second of every day I want t...

What were they thinking? we ask the ghosts previous owners handyman, repair man helpful neighbors with tools question and ponder surp...

It's been said that real friends help you move. I contend that real friends help you scrape paint off the floor, or drag a cast-iro...