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I got to see me the other day.
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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I can't believe it's Frankie, but there he is at a table on the far side, just in front of the big picture window. I hold the menu close to my face and peek again over the top, watching as he reaches under the white linen tablecloth to plant…
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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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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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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