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BY THIS AUTHOR
The Crapper
This is the smallest room I have ever spent any great amount of time in. There is nothing in it save a toilet...

Daisy D. (her disease and his desire)
His tastes run to more than the exotic,
They’re criminal. Rabble, rabble, rabble.
For some innocence can be down right erotic
But alas, none are so innocent as the young...

You Know I Hardly Know You

You and I seem as an island
In a sea of inanities
And still we draw a line in the sand.

On opposite sides we stand
As you mock my frailty.
You and I seem as an island.

You can reach for or reject my hand,
Offer the possibility
And still we draw a line in the sand.

You laugh and call me a dandy,
You should check your vocabulary.
You and I seem as an island.

I know you love me so I demand
That you say it, say you love me,
And still we draw a line in the sand.

You just laugh and I can’t withstand,
I cherish familiarity.
You and I seem as an island
And still we draw a line in the sand.

by D. Diedrich

Copyright August 2006