1973 6 2
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Did you take out the trash? Did you water the ficus? Did you cancel the cable? Did you take my black sweater? Did you tell the neighbors? Will you get the friends? What about the cat? Will you send me a Christmas card? Will I tear it up? Did you know…
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1973 7 5
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“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f
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1972 5 3
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Even though it was late November, it still bloomed. Extravagantly. Obviously it had no shame, obviously it reveled in its own beauty.
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1972 7 3
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A bawdy secretary languishes behind the farmer, translating the squealing gray matter and scratching her rectangular nose obsessively.
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1972 1 0
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1971 9 1
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I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!
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1971 13 11
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The hair on my arms have greyed, or so that's how it looks to me. It's been 12 years since we last spoke. I think I haven't aged too well. I bought a rocking chair.
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1971 16 8
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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1971 22 17
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The world is full of dead dogs
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1971 14 9
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When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat.
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1971 6 6
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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1971 9 7
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Giving challenging patrons funny nicknames is a "library thing."
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1971 1 2
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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1970 3 0
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He was dead when he tried to wake up.
“Wake up,” he yelled silently to himself, although it didn’t sound silent to his voice.
“Brr, brr, brr,” shouted his alarm clock as it glared two red fives, a colon and a seven
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1970 15 11
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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1970 3 3
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To what better worlds remain.
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1970 2 1
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He lays his piping accoutrement on the bedside table, removes his cap, brocaded jacket, boots and slacks. Holmes brushes gently, the back of his hand across the confused face of Watson— their…
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1970 10 7
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Difference 'twixt night and day
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1970 9 3
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One night we were invited out for dinner, and we got into a knock-down, drag-out that afternoon. My wife got so angry I had to hold her down on the bed.
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1970 11 4
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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1970 2 1
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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1969 8 6
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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1969 2 1
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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1969 19 10
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The snows have not come but left behind are the sounds of summer in my old neighborhood.
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1969 4 1
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The sun was so upset that immediately he pulled his blanket over his face and cried out of worry. His blanket, of course was made of clouds and his tears made up the rain. The sun was very right to be frightened, as were the flowers to wither, for the Kin
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1969 7 3
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Why don't we do it in a yellow submarine?
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1969 13 6
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And so it begins, like this, waiting to long for a lazy train out of West Toledo...
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1969 9 5
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Hair as black as a Raven’s wing. Dark eyes. You wore a black dress, too, my favorite color.
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1969 17 13
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1968 8 4
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Cleaning the dust bunnies from under our lives, Zin says she wants to move to the country, maybe someplace as big as Texas. She claims that lately she's having trouble breathing between bricks or talking to hot chestnut vendors with rubber faces. It's giving her nightmares…
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