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Perfect Morning Placement (Still-life Vagrant)
She said (some of this): Passion is where your hands are at. The moment you realize hotels never have quality coffee… You have one in your hands… The moment you realize the last thing you need is...
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A Workingman’s Wage
A Workingman’s Wage, By Terry Scott Niebeling Yes, I make a workingman’s wage-enough to keep working, enough to pay and play. Enough to keep thinking. Enough to keep food on the table. Enough to...
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Fleshed Out Sun
Fleshed Out Sun, Eyes that can find an enemy in anyone. Lost: kind of like need a star to find a son. Can I wake to crusty eyes, love despised, true lies? Realize the real guys look not for the...
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She (We Met Up Again Tonight)
In tight black jeans that fit me perfectly; White pills distract with connect the dots. Downtown pale steam-filled air hangs overhead; Presently cold defines hot. -3 PBR’s and 2 American Spirits...
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Something we won’t see, or Late Winter Warmth
Something we won’t see, or Late Winter Warmth, A Winter Libretto: A reverse-coned icicle hangs dripping Stalactites warm on the outside; frozen solid within. Bringing a liquid heartbeat sound...
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On the Balcony with Love (at the Kitty Cat Club)
On the Balcony with Love By Terry Scott Niebeling Outside of the house Watching droplets all They bounce up in the sun Lit sparkling they fall Sunlight how nice Made an ass of self For getting...
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