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Mr. Jay Leno by Missy Lynn
Pressing self late night
Television your angle
But I see inside that
You are not always funny
Adoration keeps my up
Nighttime always
To watch that which
Makes me happy and laugh
NBC late night
Jay is a cool guy
People compete for free gasoline
Joke me up funny man
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The One That Got Away by Denies L. Caskey
Are the fish biting today?
I guess we will see.
The sun is just rising.
Is it meant to be?
With my pole in my hand,
I head for the shore.
I don't need a tackle box,
Just worms, nothing more.
I find a nice rock,
'Ah, this one will do.'
It's just the right size.
I kick off my shoes.
The worms are a wriggling,
The water is just right.
I cast out my line
And get ready to fight.
I sit and wait patiently.
The sun is so warm.
I should get a bite.
Uh - Oh. here comes a storm.
I reel in my line
And head up the hill,
Then pray to the Gods
One wish to fulfill.
Let it be quick.
Don't stay here too long.
I want to go fishing.
This storm should be gone.
A few cracks of thunder
And some lightning, too,
Some big drops of rain
To make everything new.
Then like two young lovers
The clouds they did part
I grabbed all my gear
And playing it smart,
I put on my jacket
And a nice wide brimmed hat
Then on my rock by the shore
I once again sat.
I donned a new worm
And cast out my line.
It was still kinda sprinklin'
But that was just fine.
With a zing and a whir
My pole came alive.
A fish I had caught
And, oh, he had drive.
He swam and he swam,
But I wouldn't give up.
I would land this fish
And have him for sup.
Then like a gunshot
My line it did break.
My heart turned to mush
Right there on the lake.
The one that got away?
Him, I'll never forget.
For maybe next time,
I'll remember my net.
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Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back by Jeffrey McDaniel
I wanted you to be the first to know - Harper & Row
has agreed to publish my collected letters to you.
The tentative title is Exorcist in the Gym of Futility.
Unfortunately I never mailed the best one,
which certainly was one of a kind.
A mutual friend told me that when I quit drinking,
I surrendered my identity in your eyes.
Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny,
the way monogamy is funny, the way
someone falling down in the street is funny.
I entered a revolving door and emerged
as a human being. When you think of me
is my face electronically blurred?
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I've been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
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Me by Vickie Felton
me
funny, outgoing
laughing, tripping, joking
big mouth, funny faces, no confidence, hate
searching, covering up, avoiding
self conscious, scared
me
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