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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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1803149
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Maybe tonight, maybe next week,/
maybe only in my waking dreams,/
I’ll teach another lesson-
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1803123
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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.
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180321
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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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180375
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my God, I have no time, no time
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180300
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180374
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“Americans like beer, right?” he asks. “It’s not acceptable for a woman to buy beer.” He proffers it in a brown paper bag.
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1803138
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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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180356
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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180221
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Robbie Lange closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. Yawning, he looked out the window into the black night. Another evening at the office, he thought. He counted the other lit windows in the skyscrapers around his building. “Goodnight, everyone
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180232
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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s
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180288
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Sometimes you've just got to dance to Be heard. You have got to sing out loud To be understood. Other times No matter what you splash 'n' paint on 'em The beauty goes on shamelessly Not arousing any type of newfound Curiosity. We're…
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180277
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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1802107
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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180233
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Some trick of the morning light makes the tattoo on her ankle look like the burn from a branding iron. She had watched her father as he slept last night. He was handsome and innocent, like a baby boy.
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18022913
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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180273
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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180234
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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180111
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The muster zone was south of U.S. 119, off the Halleck Road. The search began on a large parcel, some 75 acres of farmland, property of one Mr. Shakelford. Shakelford had allowed the earth to go wild; brush, thistle and small…
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180177
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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1801106
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Post No Bills.
The Crouton Mavens.
United Burglars Union.
Crockpot Mistakes.
The Heavy Doors.
Fire In the Yurt.
Douche Baguettes.
Upsy-Daisey.
Schmazelhood.
Sidetrackia.
Flotsam and Jetsam.
Argyle Sox.
Roachmobile.
The Adulterer’
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180174
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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18012713
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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1800124
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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180033
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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180052
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180000
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Such behavior will result in no disciplinary action only: 1) if all blinds are drawn; 2) all doors are locked; and 3) loud groaning is masked by appropriate use of the volume control on the classroom’s closed-circuit TV set.
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180075
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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180070
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Whenever Mommy was gone, Josh Forcett's father made him eat staples, often by the spoonful.
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180053
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Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
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