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Anticlimax
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
of the far Barcoo; I've drunk with shearers, hit the track with stockmen; And surely there is none Rate it:

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Arcades
John Milton
her most fit, If my inferior hand or voice could hit Inimitable sounds, yet as we go, What ere the Rate it:

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At Her doorstep
Nikhil Parekh
I might salvage a chance to meet her. When I hit the streets; traversing leisurely lost in the enRate it:

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Back By Force
Mario William Vitale
paycheck & I can't complain just hit the tempo beat one last time Got a rageRate it:

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Balade
Geoffrey Chaucer
that al this may disteyne. Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere, Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of RomRate it:

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Baseball and Writing
Marianne Moore
knee-throws by Boyer, finesses in twos-- like Whitey's three kinds of pitch and pre- diagnosis witRate it:

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Baseball's Sad Lexicon
Franklin P. Adams
pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double -- Words that are weighty with notRate it:

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Bath
Carl Sandburg
with the fiddle. When he got outside his heels hit the sidewalk a new way. He was the same man in tRate it:

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Beat Street (Papi Mario Version)
Mario William Vitale
next to me got high hopes for the rap attack hit me with the high tip hat a chance to react falliRate it:

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Birds, Batsmen and Bowlers
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
midnight's gone. While glorious centuries they hit (And if it isn't Bradman, it's Ponsford; and ifRate it:

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Black Bonnet
Henry Lawson
Granny goes to church. Her hair is richly white, like milk, That long ago was fair -- And glossRate it:

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Black Stone on Top of a White Stone
Cesar Vallejo
of them, though he did nothing to them, They hit him hard with a stick and hard also With the end oRate it:

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Boon Soul
Robert William Service
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night I sip a grog to ease my coughing. It's true ...Rate it:

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Borrowed Brains
Ambrose Bierce
and poke, If by God's exceeding grace You may hit upon the place Where the barber threw at length SRate it:

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Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where
Henry Lawson
on the first bank there?” “’We have made a hit,’ or ‘we’ve made a bit,’ And we’re bound for the LorRate it:

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Break Into The Game
Mario William Vitale
music I can see a little stupid cupid try to hit me with the life bow why so amusing Laughable tRate it:

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Bricks
Edward George Dyson
more than 'arf a million spilt where somethin' hit a pub; We creeps among 'n' sorts 'em, stack afRate it:

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But All That Hardly Mattered
Nikhil Parekh
it into an infinite pieces of undecipherable shit, Disillusioned were my crumbling palms; as evenRate it:

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Cain and Abel
Rudyard Kipling
they came to Cain's big house With the cold white Moon between their brows, Sayin' "Give some waterRate it:

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Ch 06 On Weakness And Old Age Story 09
Sa di
the sheikh fell asleep. He spanned the bow but hit not the target; it being impossible to sew ARate it:

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Cleaning Up
Edward George Dyson
all upon a winning tip, Or the city man who's hit upon a profitable deal, Know the wonderful elatioRate it:

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Comrades An Episode
Robert Nichols
toppling death; And Gates was lifted in. 'Who's hit?' said he. 'Timmins and Jones.' 'Why did they tRate it:

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Corporate Greed With Vain Societal Infiltration System
Mario William Vitale
fangs that bite dripping blood off the side we hit the needle and the damage is done falling head lRate it:

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Dawn in the Mountains
Charles Harpur
into the dim sky, there leaving still A whiteness in her wake that whitens more As she ascends, tilRate it:

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Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
Thomas Parnell
sing. Thrice happy Genius his, whose Works have hit The lucky point of bus'ness and of wit. They sRate it:

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