Findings:
- His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
- He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- Voice Carry Over
- My man was shot for his sheep coat
- It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
- I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Water over road during rain
- if Gerry Stern were dead, he'd roll over in his grave
- Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
- Lightning Over Water
- Adam was a rough draft
- Voice over IP
- It is at that moment, I believe, that Sylvester finds his true voice
- Your words like warm water, his words like salt
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
- This was when I knew my childhood was over
- God Moving Over the Face of the Waters
- but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
- Bridge Over Troubled Water
- Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
- There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- king over the water
- His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
- pull the steel wool over his eyes
- In his voice I heard decay
- Let the earth hear his voice
- Kissing a man all over his face
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
- His version was better
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
- Endless waters rush over the falls' edge
- The sound of his voice
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- If over the hills was someplace new and forgotten
- The Colour Of His Voice
- Collecting a gas over water
- I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
- Our bodies pool and break like a moon over water.
- The victory of the echo over the voice
- Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
- I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
- a voice like pebbles being shoved through a harmonica
- the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
- The voice that said yes was mine.
- The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
- Lincoln still melancholy over his broken engagement, January 23, 1841
- It Was a Lover and His Lass
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- He flops over and bonks his head
- decorative fish gravel
- gravel
- Under gravel filter
- gravel bucket
- Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
- gravel vacuum
- Driving a car on gravel
- gravel pit
- Southern children walk barefoot on gravel roads
- Mike Gravel
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 2
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter III
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 4
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 6
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 7
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter VIII
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 9
- Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 10
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- his
- The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
- On His Blindness
- Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
- His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
- The General in his Labyrinth
- Spinning in his grave
- Why would a god let so many of his "flock" stray?
- He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
- too big for his britches
- His girlfriend
- The Fisherman and His Nets
- Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo Crew
- Touch the Hem of His Garment
- How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
- How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
- How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
- Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado--What They Saw There
- Atom and His Package
- A Glass of Ice Water
- The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
- The Ass and His Purchaser
- The Man and His Wife
- Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
- Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends
- A man with a tapeworm up his nose
- His Royal Highness
- If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
- To His Mistress Going to Bed
- Pascal on his deathbed
- If you look hard enough, you can see Satan and his works everywhere
- How the Camel Got His Hump
- How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
- To His Coy Mistress
- A great big ugly man came up and tied his horse to me
- Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
- how Wiener found his way home
- If a geek.boy wrote poetry to his geek.girl
- An Irish Airman foresees his Death
- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
- Innocent contact with his flesh
- Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties
- Johnny Got His Gun
- Von Kempelen and his Discovery
- The Fisherman and his Soul
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
- Toward his impossible light
- God's in His Heaven, All's Right With the World
- His 'N' Hers
- My Uncle, on His 80th Birthday
- Bless his Heart
- The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church
- the moile with the clocks in his window
- The Help moJoe find his Biological Mother Project
- Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
- Phosphor reading by His own Light
- up his own arse
- How Pac-Man got his name
- I saw his round mouth's crimson
- In the Springtime of His Voodoo
- Eli Whitney and his Patent
- Orpheus and his Twice Dead bride, Eurydice
- My brother is still dead... and now I have his car...
- A dude with an elbow for an ear and an eye stuck on his ass cheek
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- his ability to be stubborn beyond comprehension
- Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
- The Gift, the Giver, the Rebel, the Thief, and the Stranger and his Glue
- Their feet grow dark with his blood
- Forgetting his life away
- How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
- I went to visit his grave
- Edwin Found Jesus in His Big Baggy Jeans
- Jack, his Girlfriend, and the Two Black Eyes
- His Flames Are Joys
- And in His Brave Court
- The Old Man and His Big Toe
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- his throbbing manhood
- His chocolate stained lips
- and then his words silenced my noisy thought
- The Little Boy and his Dogs
- To Each His Own
- Sokath, his eyes uncovered
- I cried in his arms
- To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
- Requiem for What's His Name
- We decorated his van with crayons and fluorescent paints
- lawnjart spills his guts to the press
- His Toniness
- In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
- Tolkien Spinning in His Grave
- From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
- God loves his children. Who's your daddy?
- His Desire
- Tribute by Senator Edward M. Kennedy to his Fallen Brother, Robert
- His Fraudulency
- A Boy and His Blob
- The shit that gets carried out in His name
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