Howls in the house of Livia. Eagles and dead wolves And augur's curling fingers; Scarlet threads on an aged wrist! Raving destinies Come to pass And the city reeks with weeping. At dinner, what did I see? Flashing eyes and painted faces, Tyrian lies and conquered races Smiling…
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It was a quiet autumn morning in Chuddington-on-Groyp, a Sunday in fact, when Augustus Chudwick first ventured beyond the borders of his heretofore…
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Punts, white shirts, White clouds in an azure sky. Lawns, white faces, Blue eyes wondering why. Rakish and unthreatened frames, Play at rugby or at…
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Raindrops, damp wood, Storm's remnants. A thousand lips, Nature's celebrants, Choking with joy. Now the clouds are parting, Blue from the south…
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O once more my lover, alone in the moonlight, O once more afore me, a lovely and sweet sight, How youthful thou art, how rosy thy lips, Like to that…
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Eyes on the screen. The heroine, early morning, She brushes her teeth; I note with interest Her toothbrush, toothpaste, How much she applies. "Ah, so…
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A fat boy eating sherbet, Sticky fingers, drinking Coke. The mother, fat and careless, An ugly North Face coat. Inane swirling conversation, So-called…
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Sure so uhm, here's the thing, There's this book, Lord of the Rings? And so like, there's these little Hobbit things uhm, trust me it'll Make sense…
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