1967 12 7
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I have no more use for the beautiful words you used to like so much for me tosend you alone. See my feathers donot so much hide me now as giveme away; I tend to feel farfrom home. Forgive me this. Theend jumped by me quicker than anorange flower cricket on its…
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1966 5 2
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When I left my wife, I got the birds. Two parakeets, blue and yellow, male and female. They were loud, messy and, because my ex rarely cleaned their cage, smelly. So I got them. At first, I called him Rod and her Tippy. Rod Taylor and Tippy Hedren? The Bi
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1966 0 0
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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1966 10 3
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“I was looking for the review of the Alvin Ailey dance company when I noticed something in the sports pages,” says the 300-pound center. “All of a sudden it hit me–I should have been playing football."
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1966 20 10
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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1966 11 10
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Your boredoms are not my fascinations. Your boredoms Belong to the ice caves with the Mammoths, Although haven't they been tortured enough by the Changing winds? Your boredoms are far from twinkling Objects in the beaks of ancient crows,…
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1966 27 19
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1966 6 3
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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1966 9 5
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“…And his smell. That Brett smell. It might become my smell…”
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1966 8 3
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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1966 22 14
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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1966 6 2
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We came to the furthest reach of hell-
A place that email users know well.
The woman or man whose unmitigated gall
Causes him or her to hit "Reply all".
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1965 24 17
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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1965 2 1
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Gracious have been my years of late;
The windy drifts blown soft.
Truth be told, such luck seemeth bait
Eliciting doubts and wonderings.
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1965 7 4
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“Lunge to your right,” the woman on the screen instructs. She is easily six-months pregnant but still looks fit and healthy. “Now show off your baby.” She centers herself, splays her arms, and thrusts her belly out towards us. “Lunge to the left. Now show
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1965 3 2
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Sometimes you're searching for a family and you don't even know it. Sometimes a family finds you.
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1965 1 1
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He took a long, noisy sip from the glass of wine as he peered across the rim to see her walk by."Now SHE would never get our order wrong" he said to his two friends seated at the table with him.The two men looked at each other and laughed. It was obvious Johnny was…
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1965 4 1
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4. If the property line is a symbol, what about the neighbor girl's window, the flickering candle in her room, her black cotton panties?
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1965 20 18
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1965 5 3
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When farming started in September, I thought of gambling, of my childhood best friend’s marriage ruined due to gambling, and of farming as a trope for living in the Midwest.
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1964 11 7
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Winter melts to ashes and now we walk where hillocks dip like pillows, where a warm pocket of air keeps the scent of spring beauties for itself. Sensitive vetch so easily shocked folds under a feather yet the earth trembles where trout lilies shove. Buds stall on lilacs…
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1964 4 3
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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.
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1964 4 2
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I'd been living in Boston, but, on a whim, flew to London, England. Soon I was working as support staff for the actor Alan Bates and his wife, Victoria, on a movie called "The Shout", shooting in Devon.
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1964 14 10
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1964 0 0
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Despite the light of the torches, the darkness around them was overwhelming. They could not see the walls unless they leaned the flames close.
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1963 13 11
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**I think Bridgestone Tire borrowed this story for a commercial. Maybe not, see video and decide.**
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1963 10 7
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The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.
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1963 8 8
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Doorface has a door for a face. Thus his name. He was born with it. The door in his face, not his name. No one is born with a name. The naming comes later.Doorface finds his unusual physiognomy mildly inconvenient. People keep trying to enter his head. No one likes it when…
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1963 1 1
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They say ehmand for almond in the San Joaquin Valley.
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1963 7 5
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A secret search rolled from Odette's eyes. A gulch split her down the middle and she had the world believing this was the way she liked it. Odette was a woman who spent entire days bending backward within herself, never letting on that she was…
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