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If something hurts enough/
you never forget it. Like the//
toothache when you first learned
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130642
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eleven seconds of infamy / brought to you by Glenfidditch /who the hell filmed this?
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130686
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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130663
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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130652
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Felix, vigorous vendor of Viagra and part-time picture framer, well-fed and fond and faithless as his spouse
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130611
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empty wine bottles, and a single abandoned boot
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1306106
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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130654
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I had the idea for a pageant for my obedience school at spring graduation
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130655
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"Your loss," she cackled, stumbled to the bed in the corner, hummed a tuneless song, and began snoring, too.
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1306118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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130675
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I was tired and lonesome when I checked into another insufferable, shop-worn Holiday Inn. It was the only motel around with the internet — dial up only — in that little jerkwater town, Notmuch, Alabama. It was too late for a nap, so I jumped in the shower,…
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130540
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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130542
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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130563
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There’s an unending parade of drifters, outlaws and crazies and I always have to watch my back, but, then again, that’s nothing new.
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130500
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You're so insecure; you probably think this story is about you.Well, you would be right.
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130597
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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130511
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There was no need to drive. She could travel ten miles in ten minutes. She merely had to be careful not to step on any cars or trucks.
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130544
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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130533
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I am asking for something as simple as water. In an oak tree, weeping, a child climbed too high. Tears that the barkstain will never wash clear. O love. We ask far too much when we fall. In a momentary lapsus, the words…
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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130530
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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1304101
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These are the three facts of my life.
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130421
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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1304810
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Life is not always quixotic.
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130442
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Stars fat as the stars that Van Gogh painted on his easel in Arles, a ring of candles burning on the brim of his hat. Stars that fill the night with delirium.
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130410
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“It is not your shoes the Americans complained about!” Roberto yelled, sitting behind his desk, cigar smoke curling around his purple face. “It is your UNDERWEAR!”
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130422
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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