Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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Loquacious

You of loquacious bent, you of never-ending words from which you do not repent, you mealy mouthed, angry foul mouthed verbally challenged lout of ill intent, cannot you for a moment repent, because all you do is irritate me, and I get no peace and quiet from you, and you seem to have, all the […]

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Looks like rain

Looks like rain, looks like rain, but is it the tears, the tears of God, maybe, but who is to blame, who is to say, yes, it looks like rain, but is it the tears of God? And have we really caused him so much pain?

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Looking

Looking at things afresh, looking at the mess, looking at you and what you did to me, I can see how you were to blame and not me, for you chose to leave and you kept yoyoing back to me, and how painful it was to me, and no, it should not have been, it […]

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Looking through the trees

Looking through the trees, looking through the trees, to a distant place that I have never been, looking to the fields where I have never been, looking through the trees, and sat in the sunlight and looking at the grass so green, looking through the trees at the birds in the sky, looking at the […]

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Looking good

Many, plenty, any, well, maybe a bottle of whisky, because I'm feeling frisky, and my gal, well, she's real swell, and hell, I ain't seen her for a week said the man to the cashier, who smiled as he took the money for the whisky, and threw in a pack of cigarettes for free, thanks, […]

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Look

Upon the underground in comfort as always, with no room to breathe, look, could you stop it, could you stop it please, because you seem to have your armpits in my face, and my family will not appreciate it, if you suffocate me to death you see, look, could you stop it, could you stop […]

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Look I know her, but I do not

Look I know her, but I do not, for she regularly takes a long walk down the pier, yes, she of blonde hair and raging mind and heart, she beckons the waves with her charms, and tries to send them far away from here, for she has desires to swamp them all, for they abandoned […]

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Long strides

Society, it is sadly much more stressful than it used to be, society, yes, much more rapid, and chaotic, and with less time to kill, and here I sit in a bus stop waiting as a man goes by, all long strides, and determination in the eyes, going somewhere, going somewhere nice, somewhere nice I […]

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Long looks

Long looks, reflection, thoughtfulness, wistfulness, in and out of a book, time out in language, and imagination, far away from mental aggravation, enjoying the stimulation, your brain racing, and your eyes darting all over the place. Long looks, reflection, thoughtfulness, wistfulness, gloriousness, and words so beautiful and evocative and sad, whilst reading a heart-breaking part, […]

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Lone

Lone, alone, loan, take the time to get far away from here, for it will do you no good, and it will only eat you up and chew at you, and erode who you are, and fill your world with cold, for it is that kind of town, so, go, go before it is too […]

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