Sex poems for him in prison. My tomorrow suddenly became my today and brought me a long prison term.

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I am from a weeping willow, From wisteria and an apricot tree That did not make fruits.

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Of course I know that from one point of view things will be made different for me than for others; must indeed, by the very nature of the case, be made so.

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I continued to work in different places but I felt empty.

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Something has to be done!

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Late in the evening perhaps a new accent will slip its quaint socking inside his ercerised vest.

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But it was all she was living on.

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Rain sending little insects in.

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I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow.







I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow.







Those who have much are often greedy; those who have little always share.







If any love is shown us we should recognise that we are quite unworthy of it.







I have been to prison three times: