1520 4 4
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The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
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152031
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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152021
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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152098
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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween
I escape the red devil and run downtown.
I go to the Art Car hangar
I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase
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152064
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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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152011
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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152054
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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152061
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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152054
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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152000
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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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152085
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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152043
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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152032
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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152064
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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151921
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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151932
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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15191410
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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151922
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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151933
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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151932
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Dearest Z— There is no way to describe this place. It is a pendulum, caught at mid-swing or maybe just a millimeter on the up side. It is a sense of sweeping, a cleanness. Distant clouds remind me of the day we took the train and the mountains acted petulantly,…
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1519128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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1519116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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151912
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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151900
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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151943
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The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......
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151960
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The Star Trek marathon ends, and he flips channels. An episode of Full House is on. The cheesy plot lines and attractive women (specifically, DJ Tanner in the late seasons) have become a freakish comfort.
In today's episode, the Tanners are baby sitt
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151900
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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1519108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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151821
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The Gropers of Prague were there, all around us, in spirit if not in fact. Was it KGB? Was it a ghost from my past? Or my own hand?
Stop guessing. It was Einstein himself. The KGB had taken him into custody somehow, though by what authority? All the
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