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The man who plays his flute every day under the archway near Powell station is not very good. He never plays a real tune, just a series of random notes. There is no rhythm or melody either. In fact, it's not even a flute he…
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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180232
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So I’ll wait for her to clear all burden from her head and feel the ocean move us. Stand up, walk over to me and kiss me as we glided through open water.
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180231
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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1802149
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Maybe tonight, maybe next week,/
maybe only in my waking dreams,/
I’ll teach another lesson-
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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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180221
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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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180275
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my God, I have no time, no time
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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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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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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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180256
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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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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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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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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180011
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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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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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180077
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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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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180074
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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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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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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That put a real crimp in our already crimped sex life. Actually I didn’t mind as much as Allison minded. It made her real grumpy when she didn’t get laid. I could never understand how she could bear so much pain, because she was so small that it was l
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1799124
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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179945
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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179933
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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