Like everyone else in the park, the couple, both in their mid-50s, had been on a routine evening stroll only moments before; Martha complained of ennui, and Barry griped about living in a rut.
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Dart Waist for Another Damn Prostitute
Sarah can read the unwritten subtext of the note: make this as form fitting as possible, definitely make sure we know she has breasts.
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Saving Sgt. Billings (and other poems)
We did what we could,
hid the bottles, drove what
was left of him deep
into the yawning hollow