2234 30 19
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That spring the war still moved north but we did not go to it any longer.
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1495 30 18
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I dreamed that coffee grounds had spilled on my Buffet. There was another clarinet, a silver one, that belonged to a man not in the room, that was clean of debris.
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1642 30 20
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Toting a sawed-off shotgun at the altar
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2025 30 21
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She slouched on one hip, scribbled on the order pad. “How do you like your eggs?”
“I like them very much.”
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3582 30 14
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Some folks say your hands can tell the story of your life. Well, my hands cain't talk, but they've made so many pies, I bet they could do it themselves if you cut 'em off and gave 'em the right ingredients, I sure do.
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2371 30 11
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A motivational speaker I know intimately cannot abide any form of swearing.
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1978 30 19
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He’s hooked on the pinball / excitements of adolescence
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1960 29 12
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When I walked into the local police precinct to meet with a detective about the scope of my rights, I was thinking about Rocco, the adored dog of a long-ago life.
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2103 29 14
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1593 29 15
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In a rousing show of support for guns and the owners who love them, the Legislature passed and Governor Greg Abbott gleefully signed a law proclaiming April 15 as Take Your Gun to Work Day in Texas.
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1486 29 11
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They may have heard parts of it, the memoir in me. Then I took a trip—to New York, though they wouldn't have known where—and when I returned, I was entirely mum unless I had the phone with me.
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1592 29 12
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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2251 29 19
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1559 29 16
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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2157 29 16
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Moving is like moving upstream, like swimming underwater against a mighty current. You are salmon people: pink, vulnerable.
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1537 29 15
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Even solid seeming concrete creeps/
in time to form the faint smile of deflection./
A marble rolls along the catenary grin.
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157 29 16
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2263 29 13
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My round belly is deflating. I disappear a little more by the day. It's been weeks. Soon, I may not even be here.
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2127 29 17
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Didn't Max Perkins die, like they said?
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1986 29 15
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What I wanted was long-in-the-sheets sex...
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2346 29 11
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...her touch held such wisdom that it put babies to sleep...
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2552 29 19
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Accept that your husband's heart always belonged to his first love. You should've noticed sooner because she works in your building and won't look you in the eye. She takes the stairs because you ride the elevator.
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1867 29 18
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The story of my life/
would put insomniacs to sleep.
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290 29 20
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1480 29 14
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You say boxer briefs, I say pillbox hats
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2050 29 23
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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.
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2151 29 9
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TRAVELING NORTH Though you are dead now. Though I walk covered in dust through this strip mall in Iowa. I remember the collection of tendencies that led me here. The flat landscape. The blazing heat of cornfields. The landscape and body are one…
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1907 29 11
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On the eve of celebrating their patron saint at the public house, one of his particularly cabbaged mates was bold enough to ask him about his cranial deformity.
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1100 29 13
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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2182 29 26
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I walk by the hotel where Esenin hanged himself.
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