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If Religion Could Give Up Sex

If Religion Could Give Up Sex Wouldn't it be fun if religion could give up sex perhaps just for Lent or Ramadan to begin with try out losing the addiction to its
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Growing Feathers

Growing Feathers I'd like to grow feathers as long as houses on wings as wide as a bus great cushion hands instead of claws for holding and scooping children and there would be golden sunset

Worry Sticks

Worry Sticks A swallowed boiled sweet of a stone grates like a fat fishbone stomach muscles tighten against a kick worry sticks beat an up tempo snare at the flare of helpless love

On Marriage

On Marriage Oh my poor dear you asked me why women wanted marriage as you had given the promise once and could not give it again as if you could take your body away but leave the promises
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My Lake Husband

My Lake Husband My lake husband lives tranquilly amongst books and music writing,thinking,planning for us all at night his little house beacons with a philosophy of candles casts his light

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