1507 4 4
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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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1507118
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every timeyou openyour mouthan angel fallsinto a vat of whiskyshut ityou're fucking up heaven2013 - Rene
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150775
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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150733
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150711
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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150733
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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150743
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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150773
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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150653
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150676
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Safe does not ride horses at sunsetSnorkel in MolokaiRaft down a swollen river.It does not steal kisses in a darkened theaterTouch the inside of a thigh under a restaurant table.Safe does not declare war.It chooses dinner every night at sixMass every SundayConfession once a…
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150652
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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150640
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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150634
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She put the Necco wafer on Sally's tongue."You can't be the priest, Emma" Sally said nearly choking on the hard, chalky disk."Then why you on yaw knees stupid?""You said to be prayin' and like in church, but you can't be doin' priest stuff. That's for…
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150630
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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150632
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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150600
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Hits start, enters numbers, runs the program / Does this again one hundred times / Then takes a break
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150643
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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150632
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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150652
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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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150641
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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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150651
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THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…
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1506116
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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1506115
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She stepped inlike ice alonecould save hershe dived,slicing the wavewith her body her fresh pony tailsubmergedlike a silk scarfthen swam moving thewater awaylike whirlpoolscould hold her buoyantly save her from the headachewhispering wordsThey had been there all…
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150620
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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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150655
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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150686
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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150677
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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150521
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Just an abnormal visit to the post office.
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150555
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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150521
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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