Poetry
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Artie, the Time Traveling Chimp, was walking with an obvious limp. I asked, “What’s the matter?”, as he collapsed on a chair, with a clatter. “I crashed my machine. You know the one I mean. I was traveling through space, at an incredible pace. Time didn’t exist, and was not even missed. When, quick as […]
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Originally posted on Maverick Mist: The Beauty of a Woman The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, the…

