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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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148312
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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148334
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But the restaurants put pig in every little dish. You couldn't eat there without encountering some portion of pig. It was in everything, including the cabbage. Who puts pig in the cabbage? I'm asking you. And in the dumplings too. For God's sake, give it
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148341
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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148387
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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148353
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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1483117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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148311
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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1483115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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148264
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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148297
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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1482179
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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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148243
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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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1482126
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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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148252
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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148254
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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148200
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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148242
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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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148251
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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148221
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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148243
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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1482116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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148264
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She stiffens and blusters and roars
Not like a storm,
Not like a lion.
Like a badger, caught in the steel jaws of a trap.
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148110
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On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…
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148100
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Rome and Carthage wage war as Hannibal crosses the Alps and invades Italy. With him, he brings an army of barbarian hordes hellbent on reducing Rome to ash. For one young Roman soldier, Gaius, he is trapped between his loyalties to the republic, and to hi
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148144
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1481106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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148141
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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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148142
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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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