1790 9 7
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When I first arrived/footling-breeched/you two were there/ahead of me.
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179084
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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179078
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The weatherman can't predict
accumulation. He can only tell you
it will be cold. Expect ice, wind, snow, expect
delays. Your daughters play outside,
dancing around the Evergreen, its branches
bearing the weight of snow, its branches
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17892216
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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17891513
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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178931
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1. there's nothing more to say about it and I don't want to be drawn2. beautiful she couldn't hear me anyway I was desperate and there were moths3. they'd replaced his head with a picture of the moon he looked4. none of them were speaking English more like a ticking a…
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178922
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"Honey," I called out to my wife. "Why do we have Spam in the closet?"
"You mean unsolicited bulk messages sent electronically?"
"No--the canned, precooked meat product made by the Hormel Corporation."
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178943
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Viewed correctly, nature is an inexhaustible storehouse of clichés. A successful landscape is their pleasing rearrangement.
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178900
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I went out behind Parker's house and saw Darrell's tent set up in the grass. The flaps of the pup tent were open. I could see him through the mosquito netting. He had a Coleman lamp burning and lay on his back in his underwear on top of his sleeping bag.
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178966
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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178976
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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178842
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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178862
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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178810
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I'm completely naked in an unheated basement, about 40 first year university students, most of them female, are staring at my ridiculous waif-like body.
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1788117
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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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178821
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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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1788116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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178777
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178700
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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17871813
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One must be drenched in words.
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178743
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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1787137
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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1787123
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178774
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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178700
|
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17861413
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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178654
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But no matter how we died, we all end up here, in the Meadowlark Children's Cemetery.
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178600
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Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. It was an unexpected meeting, but one that was sure to bring a lot of change for both. They met at a work event. Some friends wanted to put together a company and they had both been invited to be part of the project. Boy smiled. Girl remained…
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178686
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Your faded presence in sepia dream returns, firelight whispers and vanilla scented ash. We were a beautiful knot: sinew and hemp, burlap and magnolia petal, concrete and vapor. Gray kisses hovered overhead, misty…
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178650
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In a little dirt church at the end of the world stands the ikon of an unrecognized saint.
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