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Tired, so tired of it all, but oh we'll always go on, won't we, still carrying on about the love the love the love we shared, only again and again. Ooh the oozing life blood is slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly now going to shit I say, practically…
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158043
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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158001
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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158031
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There was no one there, but the smell of cooked bacon permeated the hall, triggering borborygmus in his stomach. He loved that word, but not his empty stomach.
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158051
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1. Research how to locate and outline the chin of a toy terrier. Find a toy terrier, outline its chin, then count the hairs on said chin to determine the number of lines your poem will have.
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158098
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
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158073
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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158033
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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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158063
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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158032
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He is an exercise in humility:What I cannot have or be. The chances of our meetingand his perfection are darkly astronomical. There are plenty of otherswhose riches I cannot have,why envy him?We are similar in spritbut have different fortunes.It is unfair and…
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158030
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A young woman is seated center stage. She is pretty, dressed in a short nightgown. She sits nervously, her body tense and expectant.
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157953
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papaya over-ripe displayed on the half
with spoons sticking out -
” very ripe, tastes good “
blue crabs cooked with lavender
i was sniffing a spoonful when the chef came out
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157964
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Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
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157974
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“Is truth real?”—what a time for such a question to emerge! Such an elementary question, too, a pity no one was asking it two days ago.
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157955
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"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. And so I'm on my way home."--Bob Dylan I don't owe you anything. If I'm a recluse what does it have to do with you? I have the right to be poor. Some things cannot be explained away by letters that…
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157911
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our eyes misted white as goatskin
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157996
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157931
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Alcohol and American writers have always had a connection–about 70 percent of American winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature could be considered heavy drinkers if not more.
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157955
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Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
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157996
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And soon you'll be walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
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157901
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At first we thought we could get by using honey so we all stormed the SuperMart and cleaned the shelves out of Suzie Bee Honey. First the jars and then the squeeze bottles, but it wasn't the same. Then Mary Sue yelled out “How about brown sugar?”…
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157900
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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1578127
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This liberated you/
to grind me hard/
on the dance floor
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157842
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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157842
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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157811
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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157862
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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