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In his inexpert mouth they drone/
mechanically along without the lilt/
or cadence of an Irishman/
or Englishman or German.
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154153
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I remember a big Walgreen’s Drug store (maybe in Elmhurst, or Oakbrook Center?) and this shopping expedition we went on. That’s where you bought your first Dust Buster, I believe (or was this another man?) Anyway, you made me carry everything. We didn’t
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154177
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I am my beloved’s Advil and
she is my Aleve
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154197
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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154110
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Hoo-ah! I love these open mikes, I get a chance to pour it out, this… whatever it is, this passion, all this love from I’ll never know where, and then, and then, sometimes, too much hate. Everything’s like all zowie!—splashing scarlet and purple,
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154143
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We came to the dump at dusk to shoot rats.
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154165
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I'm fascinated by Don's evolution . . .
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154142
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Frank shouldered his backpack, grabbed the leather satchel packed with his brushes, palette knives, pens, and pencils, and exited the vaporetto at the Rialto Bridge.
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154133
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sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
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154151
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She wasn't even trying to live.
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154152
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Environment Canada predicted the storm might not stop for another 7 days. The population of the island was now advised to evacuate.
Evacuate? To where?
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1541114
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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1540108
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In a dream, he’s covered in masticated bits of paint and canvas and metal shavings and it keeps raining down until he’s buried and he wakes up with a yell.
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154033
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And, you peasy-headed shrew, don’t you dare think I didn’t notice that it was you who stuck that fork into my neck in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot late Tuesday night . . .
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154055
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The first time I saw Little Man was on a bright, hot afternoon near the end of November, when the trains had just pulled into the fair grounds and the familiar smell of upturned turf and sun-basked animals returned to Sarasota.
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154065
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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1540159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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154000
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I Charles had always been bad at small talk, especially when the other person wasn't helping by taking part. “What're we doing after this?” He asked. Hiro's reply was to frown at…
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154099
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Me: In my orange hazmat, the one that makes my eyes look intensely blue.Him: His flexi-human-hamster ball. Fun, but a bit informal for a first date, I think.We're outside because doorways are not easy for him. After some impromptu rounds of bumper balls on the square, he…
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154043
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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154020
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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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1540138
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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154076
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“Somebody told me you write books.”
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154030
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Quantum transport rearranges grandma.
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154010
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I thought I would write a poemAbout a saguaro trying to please God The saguaro would spend a hundred yearsGrowing an arm and offering flowers in its fist —God barely notices. The saguaro flowers a crown for God.More arms. God then loses his patience…
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154055
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When Carol complained about a pain in her back, Frank didn't think much about it. Her back—especially her shoulders—hurt most of the time he'd known her, almost fifteen years, from sitting in front of a computer all day. It was an old story. “But …
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15402311
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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154066
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of those places had Ava Gardner.
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