Full cup of coffee in hand and the sun shining brightly, it hit her.
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- Argyria
- Suddenly, Over a P-930 Form
- Grieving, Rolf
- On Faulkner's Crumble and the Ensuing Tumble for U...
- A Question Posed by William, the Thinker
- Bill, Tapeworm to the Stars 2
- On Meredith's Realization
- You Cheating Dogs
- On a Long, Long, Long, Long Marriage
- What's Missing?
- Of Curiosity and School Computer Access
- People Slogan
- Bowhunter (in Khakis and Polo)
- A Sudden Occurrence
- On Wishing You Hadn't Made the Same Mistake Again
- Booze
- Winter Poem; or Winter is a Disgusting Waste of Ti...
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- Hilton Hightower
- Hilton Hightower is half-man, half-robot, half-carnivorous ninja pirate, but all poet. With over 30,000 poems written in his lifetime covering topics ranging from circus food to the labor divisions of modern America, Hilton manages to capture the anger of a man torn between his love of laughing gas and his hatred of hot dogs. This page features exclusive poetry written by the man Poem Critic magazine once called "Ginsberg dug up and reanimated with juices from the Devil's refrigerator."
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