1651 5 5
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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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1651107
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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165100
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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16511111
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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165100
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"So, what do you do for fun around here? I mean, other than each other?" Carlo's smirk broke into full-fledged laughter; Yuri feigned shock. Iris leaned forward and breathed into Bronte's ear: "We misbehave."
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165132
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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…
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165165
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It was the sodabottle glasses that scared Entro the most. Stubbled with scratches, taped with residual angst and piercing his soul with contempt he’d seen only on the National Geographic Focus Antarctica series - as Seals readied to mangle for Alpha bragg
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165076
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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1650154
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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1650148
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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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16501110
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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1650138
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165052
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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16501711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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165066
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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1650104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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165085
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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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164966
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“When I was six years old, Dad came home from Vietnam and picked me and Mama up from her sister's house in Boston. We packed a U-Haul with everything we owned from T.V. to toothbrush. Dad hitched the trailer to the Rambler and drove us South, back home to Carolina. A…
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1649172
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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164932
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Each time his eyes closed, he shook off the sleep, whimpered, and opened them wide again. I’d never watched a baby fall asleep before, but I realized at that time that falling asleep could be a scary thing. The world gets fuzzy and starts slipping awa
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1649108
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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164974
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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164922
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So it's me and two other girls...
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164900
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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164911
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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164933
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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164911
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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164965
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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164944
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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164854
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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