Beauty is the Greatest Gift of AIIn the North Pole I found a presents Another presents There are too many presentss I have fallen to pieces A Concrete Example of AI PoeticsUn toad I van di middle Tennessee. El dice da hay un quarter century, En fort de pan de pan de fort E Lee! He man has relative prosperity. His cotton bloody bourbon dynasty, O red assassination armed rebellion! We bloody war with bitter rivalry! They call us military intervention. He leaves us dead drugs dirty little Dixie, Cat troops his corpse can rise their bloody angle! They call no man restore stability, My military army bloody battle. We ball till you can grant this great depression, E toad E William Henry Harrison. 20th Century Poetry - The Short FormHer body is not so white as wants to get out The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably of the slow autumn at my window, Oh starry starry night! This is how how much said she Who half the time were soppy-stern smells like ash, another smells like fruitcake. Into a moment that might seem to us who looked at you, looked away, they are stones in the water stops them, it’s called inosculation: to unite by openings, to connect WikiPoetics in the Time of MurdersIsmail al-Faruqi by Absurd Robert Fassnacht by Blue Eyed Devils Murder of Kathryn Faughey by Definite Hate Disappearance of John Favara by Die Lunikoff Verschwörung Murder of Miranda Fenner by Goatmoon Darlene Ferrin by Grand Belial's Key Murder of Jasmine Fiore by Honor Joey Fischer by Kolovrat James Fisk (financier) by Landser Murder of Kristine Fitzhugh by Macht und Ehre Raul Flores by Nokturnal Mortum Joshua Ford by No Remorse Robert Ford (outlaw) by Prussia Blue Marcus Fosterv Race War Michael Francke by RaHoWa Mary Joe Frug by Skrewdriver Girls Graves Make Pretty"I'm not the man you think I am
"There is a quick and easy way" you say (and well, it would) A smile lights up her stupid face And I'm too delicate And Pretty Girls Make Graves And Pretty Girls Make Graves And Sorrow's native son And Sorrow's native son And she will not wait Another man, he takes her hand Been free Before you illustrate But Nature played this trick on me But she's too rough End of the pier, end of the bay Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll Hand in glove... He will not rise for anyone He will not smile for anyone I could have been wild and I could have I lost my faith in Womanhood I lost my faith in Womanhood I lost my faith... I'd rather state: I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am Oh really? Oh, I'm not the man you think I am Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... She wants it Now Soon be dust... " The sun shines out of our behinds... Then, on the sand Upon the sand, upon the bay You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust,
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