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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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156022
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Later, my daughter told me that she hadn't been scared because as I lay on the ground unconscious I continued to laugh, gradually relaxing into a big smile as I came around a minute later.
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156022
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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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156000
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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156011
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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156054
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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156064
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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156043
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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156044
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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156064
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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156000
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“Got a big one boy! He's movin' real fast! Don't think he has had time to eat the bait just yet, so we need to play him out. Let the hook set. Don't want to loose him! Get the net ready!”
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156065
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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1560115
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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156044
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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156021
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"That zit on your forehead just won't go away, will it, sweetie?" she adds as she brushes her daughter's bangs downward.
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155941
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When I came back from California the second time, in the summer of 1965, I was the first around our town to wear my hair long, influenced by the Beatles. And I bought a bunch of blue caps that everyone in our gang wore, with the number “69” sown on
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155920
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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1559179
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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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155910
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Even before I tap on the door I know I am being watched with one eye. My footsteps have surely given me away. A swift tug on it reveals her to me—half of her, that is, and I slink past the threshold, to her. From her eyes I see that she has…
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155953
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Don reports everything to Uzma and Rasheed, I'm aware of that. It doesn't bother me. I'm not hiding anything from them or anyone else.
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155911
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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155921
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‘what’s the hassle kiddo, chopping meat is fun, come here and listen to the music of the chop, the sound of steel ripping through air, slicing through flesh and hitting wood, poetry I say’.
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155954
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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155900
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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155900
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The streets were filled with animals of the forest. All in a panic trying to find a direction. Mixed among them were members of various Clans that lived in the forest.
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155911
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He roared back at her, shaking his empty gun in his right hand, waving his left hand in the air. “I am George Burnett, esquire, late of Balliol College, Oxford! I am a hunter, a killer of pigs! I do not fear you, bear; take the pig and be content!”
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15592110
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I approached him slowly. His voice was soft and raspy. He said, "Kneel down my son, I've been expecting you."
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1559118
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“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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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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