1506 13 8
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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1506 12 1
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Henry Ground was a healthy and well adjusted English man who excelled at chess and folk dancing. One day, for no apparent reason, he decided to fill his guinea pig with helium. He carried the animal under the light of the stars into the shed at the bottom of his garden.…
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1506 4 0
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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1506 10 5
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I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive
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1506 10 5
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She looks for the obit, can't find. Over and over, looks. Nothing. Nothing except something touching her shoulder. Follow me. Corridors, doors, along and along, no time to notice that this last is the stage door — she was so suddenly there in the blare and…
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1506 4 2
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He arrived at Bellevue hospital in a straight jacket bound to a gurney.
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1506 0 0
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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1506 18 14
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When I got home from work I parked my briefcase in the hall, acknowledged our dog and immediately went into the kitchen where wife, Sherry, was cooking supper. Without turning around at the sink, she said her usual, How was your day? I said, Fine, and yours? She turned…
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1506 6 5
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Mice dreams are a reality ...
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1506 5 2
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Last night I dreamt of water rose too high.
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1506 0 1
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The woman in green doesn’t want to encounter the meter maid who is actually a man and so waits to one side at the newspaper racks as if purchasing a paper while that person writes the parking ticket (this city needs that money) and drives away in his li
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1506 1 1
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Maybe there was no truth. Things had become so strange that sometimes Jannsun suspected that everything had already happened and we were just toying with selective memory.
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1505 17 9
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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1505 5 4
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vampires seem not to be victims of drought . . .
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1505 5 5
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This morning I found
A big black crow
Working over a flattened
Squirrel in the middle
Of the road
First day of winter
Longest night
Shortest day
No problem
The rest of the year
Should be a breeze
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1505 12 11
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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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1505 4 0
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He saw his mother standing over him, and he called out to her for help, but she only laughed and faded into the paper towel dispenser.
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1505 1 1
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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1505 7 5
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And right there beside me
That single wobbling
Snail-like trail of my heavy
French Horn case
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1505 6 1
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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1505 3 2
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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
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1505 3 0
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A man wearing a dark green coat closed the door loudly. Tanu sat up straight, and stared at him. He looked around till he found her face and sat down in front of her.
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1505 3 0
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It's cheap beer, but cold
you welcome that rushing hiss and the following
long drink of chilly wetness washing away
the parched, dust dry, cotton mouth
of grave-digging in the desert sun
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1505 11 10
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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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1505 2 1
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I'll strip off the skin down to the begin again.
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1505 10 6
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Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
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1504 14 8
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The alphabets will disappear.
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1504 0 0
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I don't like listening to the radio anymore. Nothing is clearer than a live voice with something to say. Give me a big field with no one around but the birds and I will send the bees away from me. I will deny all bugs to buzz.
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1504 4 2
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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1504 3 4
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Wednesdays were humiliating. Third graders had to bring in twenty-five cents for class dues. If you forgot, the teacher would write your name on the board and it would stay there until you settled your debt. My family could afford the weekly quarter; the problem was…
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