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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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148365
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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1483157
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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148322
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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So where does that leave me, Roscoe Loomis wondered, dismounting his silver, aluminum steed in his sweat-soaked, spandex outfit, and, clearing the saliva from his beard he walked over, checked and smiled, learning that the bike track's timing unit showed it was Roscoe's…
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148399
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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148362
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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148344
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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148287
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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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148241
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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148221
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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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1482105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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148273
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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Mayumi noticed everything moving in real time. Everyone just stared and a woman approached her to see if she was okay. Once Mayumi felt the woman’s hand touch her shoulder, her skin crawled and she ran.
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148276
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For decades the land the village sat on had switched its allegiance between two countries.
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148242
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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148265
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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148211
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- Never in pain and distance -
Frown on these moments,
With bitterness and vain
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148281
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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If Don’s story was one of faith carrying someone through his trials, the story of Randy Slafter is another. It was faith that brought him and his family to Johnstown 15 years ago. The wings of faith protected him from the dark angels of grief and tragedy
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148243
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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148110
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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148142
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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148110
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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148100
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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148100
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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I'm in the boardroom, downtown in San Francisco. I don't even remember showing up for work today. I hope they fire me, just like they fired Bill. Well not exactly like that, that was awful. He was caught downloading a phenomenal amount of…
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