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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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153900
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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1539115
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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He does not read what he’s giving them permission to do to him, just signs the release.
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153800
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The sound of the crowd’s excitement, their smiles, and laughter started to turn Mayumi’s thoughts about life in the Magi world.
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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153800
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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A Texas man was recently arrested for failing to return a GED study guide to his local public library. He'd kept it out for three years. This is the kind of news story that brings joy to a librarian's heart.The library where I work just installed a…
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1537115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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153700
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Everybody knew Billy Miller. He had messy hair and crooked teeth that he hid behind a thin-lipped smile. He and his friend Jimmy Rodgers, who everyone called Cock on account of his red hair that stuck up like a comb, were inseparable. They liked to ste
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153733
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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Some things are meant to be repeated
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Time has wings. They are bright and beautiful, like those of a butterfly. They are delicate wings, and they carry the years away from my decaying mind. I would break those wings if I could, for tomorrow I turn seventy-three, and I grow weary of their ince
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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Every morning, Wilma's husband Richard would cross the street and visit with a neighbor, always after the neighbor's husband left for work. Wilma was a loner, never bothered with neighbors. She enjoyed sitting on her patio in her lounge chair,…
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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1537127
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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