1544 7 5
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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1544105
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addict for validation and cat tongues
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154385
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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154322
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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154331
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15431410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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154341
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At a rest stop in Montpelier, they stopped to buy Cokes and gum from the vending machines. He was showing off, trying to jimmy one of the locks with a safety pin but it stayed locked and she laughed at him and he said goddamn, look at all a them Milkyways
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154300
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Two angels walk in a dark cloud arm in arm
discussing the nature of good and evil
Walking along in flowing robes now that nakedness
is forgot, and they both stare at the same eternal thought
with their heads bowed as serenity is the only thing
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154384
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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1543106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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154322
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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154398
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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154311
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Route 346 is the way Pop drove to Troy long after everybody else took Route 2. Today Charlie and I drive in the opposite direction. Back then, Pop drove us to Troy on Route 346 on Sunday afternoons with the car windows…
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1543128
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"Check out these dudes,” he says. “They're all wearing kilts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as they're wearing underwear.
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154300
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One minute Rudy was sitting up close to me, asking me how could Geppetto make a little boy out of a piece of wood, and the next, Steve was pounding up the stairs, yelling, "Carla, get blankets, warm clothes; we're leaving, we won't be back."
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154375
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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154399
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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1543158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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154331
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When our body falters, deny us rest.
When our minds crack under the strain, forbid us sanity.
When we are too tired to fight give us war.
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154321
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Are you a hostile person who gets into trouble when you express your anger? Would you like to annoy the hell out of people and get away with it?
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154386
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Although I think we can easily work it out because we are not here in the Yale graduate school, and diction is the theme of the story. Diction is a choice in language.
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154330
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154331
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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1542111
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Eat me so I can sink in your mouth, my paper fraying along the sharp topography of your tongue, lodging in the holes where your teeth used to be. There, I will storm an infection until your mouth inks my words.
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15422112
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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1542168
|
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154210
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“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
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154233
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When John wakes up, the first thing he does is run a bath, because his shower is broken, and while the bath is running he gets his breakfast ready.
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154243
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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154233
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ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TAKE PICTURES OF ROBOTS!
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