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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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‘A whole damn plane is missing and the only damn clue we have is a 9mm bullet,’ Picasso said to Victor Bravo whom he calls Torv. He’s his partner at the Picasso Investigation Agency.
They questioned the guard assigned on the night of the plane
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"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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155900
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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155910
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[WARNING: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 'R XMAS!]
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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155860
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But now she was no longer the little girl.
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155855
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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155800
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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155862
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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…
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155843
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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155800
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You need only one who notices.
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155842
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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I separate my thoughts into two / camps
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My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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In my day, you could buy a polythene bag of cigarette butts for 5p. And everyone had a proper haircut.In my day, plumbers gave free vasectomies whilst reciting patriotic poems. And all the buses were red.In my day, there was always more than enough sex to go round, with…
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155755
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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I love you because your eyes are both crossed
When you do it, because you’re focused
On the inside of the universe
I love you because
You’re on a roller coaster
Through life
And I can ride along
For the thrill of it
I love you because
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155753
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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She burps in beauty, like a frog
Who sits on lily pad so green,
Resounding nightly in his bog
But to my eyes unseen.
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155733
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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