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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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164963
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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164944
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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16481911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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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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164821
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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164885
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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164876
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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164845
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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164843
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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16481010
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My lipline's retreated since Tuesday. I'll toss those Hazel Bishop reds, (lipstick on shriveled lips rattles men, scares little children) skip Woolworth's cosmetics counter, save backaching, ankleswelling pondering of powders, rouges, …
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164851
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Some things are meant to be repeated
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164800
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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."
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1648104
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A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
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1648217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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164844
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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1648104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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164811
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We begged him to sell us some shade. Just enough for half an hour, until our bus would pick us up and drive us to our next destination, continuing what was turning out to be a purgatory tour of forgotten Mediterranean towns.
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164755
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I keep my love for you in me, /
like the egg of a worm,
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164733
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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164774
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-- All the guys who hit on me are Virgos. -- Like Gary? -- Like Gary. -- How could Gary be a Virgo? Look what he did with his hydrangeas.
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164765
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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164700
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Coagulating sky, a turbulentheave of orange, blood red,hell's fire smeared —below, tar seas bulgeat the seams, engulfing ships.Pier-bound she streaksand wails as the seaswells and threatens to claim —, corpse head, baldeyes, her death robescling to…
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164711
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The bathing suits are like Christmas dresses.
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164763
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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164797
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As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the…
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164765
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The heart attack felt like the time Alison stabbed me with knitting needles. It made me want to see her. She was the fun wife, the first of three. I was morbid and full of regret — my drinking had driven them away, no kids in the wake. I decided to visit all of…
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164789
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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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16461113
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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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