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anathema maranatha
alternating unilateral lachrymation
antiphonal
antiphonary
basal tears
bestiary
biting off tears hand’s profile
brevarium
capitulary
chronicles
crudelis lacrimis pascitur, non frangitur
great pricks of canada
lachrymatories
licking tears from palms
missal
penitential
portas
pricksong
prymer
psalter
psychic tears (weeping)
puff ether blue
reflex tears
rule
sacramentary
troper
venetian glass blowers
versicle
vulgate
wax-brede
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And the goddess answered, ‘Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, you shall none of you stay here any longer if you do not want to, but there is another journey which you must take before you can sail homewards. ..’
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I always remembered to clean up
I am a curved piece of glass
I am a most pleasant dream
I am a price
I am a saltshaker
I am a torn playing card
I am a whirly gig
I am afraid of dying
I am afraid of you
I am all water
I am an anvil
I am an expert in doorways and windows
I am entirely capable
I am just going outside and may be some time
I am measure beyond measure
I am noctilucent
I am willing
I asked for one thing
I asked you over and over
I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t
I carry in both arms
I continue the conversation
I did nothing wrong
I did something wrong
I didn’t say that
I don’t know
I don’t sleep well with others
I fucking dare you
I get to know most things
I go missing
I have lost everything but this
I inspire the most horrible
I know how to read my palm
I let fly trestles
I like the weapon
I love by proxy
I make you sweat
I morph under pressure
I mourn white space
I promise
I pull myself together in pieces
I put my clasped hands into fire
I put my shoes on there
I rub your words between my fingers
I say these things like they mean something
I say water
I say you are honest
I show you my jaw
I spy through my little eye
I talk to emulsions
I turn my head away
I twirl the rolodex of me
I wanted to know what you wanted
I was carrying it
I was mad at you, uncertain
I was so careful
I was the woman at the well
I waste no time
I wave to you from lake beds
I will not promise to be okay
I wish my life didn’t have a soundtrack
I won’t say
I would do anything to fix this
I would rather die
I write a word to stop a truck
I yearn for nothing
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The earliest May Day celebrations appeared in pre-Christian times, with the festival of Flora, the Roman Goddess of flowers, and the Walpurgis Night celebrations of the Germanic countries. It is also associated with the Gaelic Beltane. Many pagan celebrations were abandoned or Christianized during the process of conversion in Europe. A more secular version of May Day continues to be observed in Europe and America. In this form, May Day may be best known for its tradition of dancing the Maypole and crowning of the Queen of the May.
In 1557, a diarist called Henry Machyn wrote:
The xxx day of May was a goly May-gam in Fanch-chyrchestrett with drumes and gunes and pykes, and ix wordes dyd ryd; and thay had speches evere man, and the morris dansse and the sauden, and an elevant with the castyll, and the sauden and yonge morens with targattes and darttes, and the lord and the lade of the Maye.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_Day
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_the_May
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CHRISTINE MCNAIR 
