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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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141921
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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141900
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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141900
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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141866
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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141875
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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141800
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What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
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14181312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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141876
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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141833
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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141810
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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14181711
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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141887
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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141896
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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14181012
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All the things that are his.
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141811
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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141820
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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141888
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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141821
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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141843
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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141800
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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141710
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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141721
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141700
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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141742
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i saw a sign and it read A PERSON THAT IS MEAN TO THE WAITER IS A MEAN PERSON i thought of you with your high cheekbones, the sense of entitlement unparalleled, the superiority complex that hid much you had a gig and it had probably…
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141795
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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141732
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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14171510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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141786
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I'm working through the rocky pine cones so you don't have to. I'm stepping over the little dreaming people in your dreams so we don't wake them with our loud and coming loose footprints. The poem passes by like a heartbreaking train…
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141733
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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