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who can quite say/when careless talk & confidence/slips into that other charged thing/so minimal at first
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148311
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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1483107
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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148311
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Colton nods, without words, understanding the significance of every word that the Old Man has uttered, knowing that in the end, given enough time, we all go down that lonely corner, to embrace the darkness, wishing to be cured of our sentiments.
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148366
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He thought she should have come with an owner’s manual
So he would know how to operate the equipment
It was definitely more than he bargained for
Or knew how to handle
She was too hot
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148331
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Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
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148364
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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1483108
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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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148344
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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148365
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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148211
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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148255
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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148233
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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148276
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All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…
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148221
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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
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She is trying to quit—nasty habit this smoking. Still, this is the only time she lets herself smoke these days: Laundry day.
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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148240
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I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
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148243
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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148200
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It turned out that my brother's newly acquired building in downtown Pasadena, was what developers called a "see-through" building. That meant you could look from one side of the building all the way through to the other side, without obstruction. In oth
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148284
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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148210
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It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
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148110
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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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148177
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It's become sort of a habit now when Elsie's husband is away on business two or three times a month that we take the afternoon off and drive nine miles across the river to Marginalia, Arkansas and the Moonglow Motel with its red, neon vacancy sign and although to some, two…
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148100
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The little clapboard church sits stiffly in the sun. It's steeple marking time with it's shadow on the sidewalk. It is the last place most people would think to look for a vampire, but I am sure that one is in there. Contrary to popular opinion, there
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148165
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1481107
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Nik Wallenda was going to walk a wire stretched from Sarasota Bay across US 41 to a condo on Gulf Stream Drive.
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