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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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149800
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When I get my legs pumping, I’ll pop a spoke if I'm not careful. Massive fucking energy! And all that fat I was talking about? I don’t even really have that much of it, any of it really. My body fat is like one percent, which the doctors tell me isn’t
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1498114
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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149844
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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149810
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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149862
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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1498103
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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149844
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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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149852
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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1498117
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149830
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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149821
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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149820
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Overnight Robbie had lost his youth. But since he was still only nine and his arm looked like a nine-year-old's arm, people didn't notice much at first, until he tried running. Or if he was introduced, and they went to shake his hand. He immediately lea
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149762
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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1497109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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149796
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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149720
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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149700
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Two women are escorted to the desert, where they are shackled to the ground. Who are they, what have the done, and will they survive?
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149765
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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149721
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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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149722
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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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149773
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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1497165
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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149753
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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149742
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I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now
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149742
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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149700
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Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…
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149711
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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149601
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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149622
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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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