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--- From their new online site: alt.hallmark.com, here's a few choice cards ---


Was it a dream or
Is it a tale?
My sheets smell of you,
But you are in jail.

To number 59107, San Quentin

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Like the sun that sets
'Neath golden cloud,
Mouths filled with pink
Are always allowed.

Sign in the back bar of M'Lady's Vessel Bar & Grill

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Thine eyes are like
Such as I've naught seen -
To thy breasts mine eyes
Are the moth to their beam.

for those who can't look you in the eye.

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Apart we are,
But some remains
And my blouse I rinse
Before it stains.

So many fraternities, so little time

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Your lips are precious
Like the ruby red bud
Of a rose in Spring
That's stiff with blood.

Eh... Which lips?

* * *

After last night
I awoke this morn
Thinking of you
And watched more porn.

Still not satisfied

* * *

A gardener's hands
Milk drops of dew
Perhaps that's why
I find so few.

To a former wife and her infidelity