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In my hands nails bent, threads stripped, saws wobbled, drills [...]
In my hands nails bent, threads stripped, saws wobbled, drills [...]
In 1953 the archbishop unleashed them into our parish with [...]
Their throats roared to Harley heights, exhaust sounds of “vroom, [...]
Only the janitor could open the transoms They locked the [...]
The vigilantes need them badly, trophies cut at the neck, [...]
What that boy lacked was a heavy doseof old-fashioned ways,the [...]
We old lion tamersusually cryat the damnedest of times:reading the [...]
A black boy slumped in a third hand deskin a [...]