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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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186022
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I've never really been impressed with authors that write long teary-eyed novels about people dying of terrible diseases or uplifting stories about the armless boy who made the wrestling team.
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186022
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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186021
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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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186021
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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["This is not a snippet of text. This is only a test."]
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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There was a whole group of us Young Turk poets who hung out at the Savoy Tivoli in North Beach. Most of them drove cabs, (whereas I was now working in a damned gas station for Angel, my publisher’s man, who got me a job there.) They would double-park thei
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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185986
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As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –
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On the day they were born, the old mother eagle named her chicks Faith, Hope, and Charity.
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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Everything is painted black that isn’t glass, velvet, neon, or chrome. The club is cold, and the DJ who broke-up with me while I forgot I was stoned is spinning his favorites to an empty floor. Endings have a rhythm. I heard this one coming. I can hear it
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I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
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Oh no, here is that Whitman man
I’ve heard he is a bounder.
Don’t look his way or catch his eye-
Just get another round, dear.
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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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