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There must be a long compound German word for …
He might be free
And what were the concerns of the day?
Nothing very strange in that
Staring at each other, we were exchanging some signal
This was not a place where a child got up at night to ask for a glass of water
The plumbing in the mansion was breaking up
I don’t understand anything you’re saying
You a pitiful case if ever I see one
But what kind of message is that?
Everything looks like a person if you think about it enough
He can’t help looking a little trapped there
Looks like somebody’s not getting enough attention
Everybody said what a nice time it had been
Did I scare you?
Did you have any luck? Not a bit
Sorry, I was trying to avoid someone
Let me just slow this down a little bit here
I see you leaving for the blue end of the sky
All poems cause side effects
Nothing wrong with it
Gone Fishing
The kitchen is farther down on the right
Don’t be scared, this isn’t dangerous for you
I never thought about the important things
The fastest thing on the road
I think it’s time for us to go home
You were going to do all the wonderful things
She had no idea what the phrase meant
He did not want to explain anything to anybody
It seemed like a silly idea if you ask me
There was no supervisor to make complaints to
They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough
A room, a meal, and a flagon of wine, that was all I asked
It was a long walk to the far end of the hall
He had run out of words
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
They had a mystery on their hands
We’ve something you’re going to want to see
People worried about the usual small things, which to them were big things
Now this was starting to seem like the old days
He should have made someone pay attention
I shouldn’t be suprised to find you here
You belong here or you wouldn’t be here
The more it changes, the more it is the same
I’m rather green about these things
It has to be typed before it can be photographed
They’d been lost in these woods before
He would have preferred a bar
I’m not saying I’m right
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