No, Mr. Poe, it was not the beating of a heart. It was the human trappings of wood chippings. The creator, O Pinnoccio, where has he gone!
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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December 26, 2011 at 8:23 pm
slpmartin
Very interesting references in this one to add to the depth of the poem.
December 28, 2011 at 11:34 am
Leigh Binder
Hey..we with big noses resemble that remark…
Pinocchio rules!!!
December 29, 2011 at 10:29 am
Mariana Soffer
Probably I am totally out of sync with your mind, too long not visiting. But thougut cocain/ no feel nose