adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Two denizens, children of the forest broke the tree line stood in the civilized space, the green clearing the lawn ...
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
In Memoriam What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
Pedlar's coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don't you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has ...
With barbwire hooch they filled him full, Till he was drunker than all hell, And then they peddled him the ...
You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown, Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town; Well, ...
"Miss Rosemary," I dourly said, "Our balance verges on the red, We must cut down our overhead. One of the ...
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You ...
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; he may not own his roof-tree overhead, He ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
When I was boxing in the ring In 'Frisco back in ninety-seven, I used to make five bucks a fling ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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