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Shiva and Zeus convene a focus group.
“It wouldn’t work,” the panel votes. “Those leaf eaters would strip the trees and crops if we let them come back every year.”
“That’s true,” Jehovah reasons. “Remember that plague of locusts I sent down?”
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151900
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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151933
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151965
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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151932
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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151951
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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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151921
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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151983
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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151966
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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151921
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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151955
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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151973
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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151922
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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151923
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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151911
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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151821
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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151821
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Despite the newly bright bricks and the working clock, Cassie couldn't help but take a deep breath before entering King Street Station. She had always tried to hold her breath when her family cut through it on the way to Mariners games but had never succeeded, not…
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151880
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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151883
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You have the right to be happy
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15181510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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151885
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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151889
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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151801
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... threads are nasty things / That snag and pull and tear the cloth / And will not let me be.
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151863
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151800
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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151823
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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151843
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Before the paint spikes Coney Island to the wind, I walk home through the strum of a shield, colder than the one he left behind. For the hour I sprawl along the sidewalk in her laugh, crater's shadows for Wonder Wheel, he is midnight sun in The Last Waltz. Where the glow…
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1518107
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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151764
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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151797
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This is the Minuteman tine/
of the three-tined fork//
we can stick into the modern world/
when it’s done-- a MAD triad.
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