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She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
To a girl who thought she was moving away
I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
And though it was snowing outside, all within were warm.
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
It was all whirlwind, heat, and flash
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
She could not live with or without him
can it be that it was all so simple then
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
All That She Wants
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
All you ever did was let it happen
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
The cat (rumination of all that could have been)
It was the least I could do
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
some say he was never here at all
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
She brought them home to meet the dog
If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
When she was bad
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was free
She is and was
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
lest she lose all else
All I wanted was a Pepsi
Wondered what the point of all of that was
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
She is all I am listening to here
I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
we all go home
more sure of all I thought was true
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
all she ever wanted
Long day, all I wanted was a cup of tea
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
The mountain could be home
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
He was hard in all the wrong places
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
I Was On My Way Home When the Strangest Thing Happened
I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
I had forgotten the bear's name, and could not find my way home to the Thousand Acre wood
What if all the web designers just gave up and went home?
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
If all you picked up tonight was this node title, it's time you went to a Brit nodermeet
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
What the hell was she thinking?
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was too beautiful to be human
She knew what she was doing
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was steady
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Bringing it all back home again
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
it doesn't matter who I was, all that matters is who I am
Bringing it All Back Home
The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
All he left her was alone
I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
It was fall, and fall does strange things to us all
All She Wanted
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
she seems bored with me after all this time
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
And All That Could Have Been
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
I went to Voodoo Donuts and all I got was this lousy concussion
I remember when all this was trees
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him
all it cost him was a Penny
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
she reads all day
It was all I could do not to cry
You thought the silent treatment was as cold as it could get
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
So she could feel as if she had danced
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
She threw out all my letters
I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
I was once young and had a home
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
She could be a businesswoman
Could AOL phone home?
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was locked in time
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head

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