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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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147820
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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147821
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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147864
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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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147852
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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147842
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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147873
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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147850
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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1478103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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147821
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Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.
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1478126
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147762
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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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1477158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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1477179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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147710
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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147753
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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147762
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147785
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147744
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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14771816
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Gossip Betty Martini divorces husbands when they least expect it. On a seeming whim, she pays a visit to dear Arnold, who keeps her papers handy in his top desk drawer. She initials here and there, signs with a…
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1477116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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147795
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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1477115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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147741
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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147697
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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1476148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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147641
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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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147652
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1476126
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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147631
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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