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I thought of you todayand what you put me throughthe time you saidwe couldn't rest.
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137031
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I suppose I'd rather Tomorrow be heroic.
It would make the passing of time less villainous.
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137020
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Sunday, May 9, 1773 Sir — The world must at present be perpetual on the primitive state of human nature Conjecture The jealousy and envy boils over a dead weight strangled serpents in the Temple
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1370136
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April spit its greeting, toe to head.
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137042
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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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137064
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when you betrayed the vain ambition of my death,/I did not complain.
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137000
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What do you mean dope in the front seat. I always keep my dope in the trunk. I mean hey, children DO steal.
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137062
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Passing by PallanteumOr ‘Dido's Song' Form: Double Sestina, iambic pentameter, rhymed Who knows of hell, knows less of paradise? I've known them both, when vanquished in your eyes, When draws the kelp where lost men had their graves Below…
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136923
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I underline the passages Momma does in her Bible and circle the same words she does, of the oil Samuel uses to anoint David...
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136996
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It's weird to be here. I wonder if you are here too. You'd probably say oh that was years ago. And you would be right. But I like the things we believed in then. Some of them I still do. You're old I guess. You were so pretty and golden in your…
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136986
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She cut me adrift
On an iceberg of words
And words melt
As you know
Looks like we may have
Gone out on the limb
A little too far without
A toe-hold on Reality
Doesn’t it?
But I saw the headlines:
Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Make
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136950
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I noticed his pistol before his pissbag and I knew then that failure not only had a face but a balding head, too
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136921
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The muezzin calls the faithful,
his voice soaring over the rooftops,
over the trees and the brooks,
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136964
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i am two / one part me / another part them
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136944
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There are moments in life where it's like you're driving late at night and you should be on your way home but really you're just rolling along aimlessly through the city streets when suddenly you turn a corner and realize the road is open and empty for miles to come, a…
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136900
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She once told me that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I think everything is next to godliness, if you care enough to pay attention.
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136920
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What I remember about my grandfather were his fart jokes. When he wasn't telling us kids about how young David defeated the mighty Goliath or how Saul the pharisee humbled himself to become Paul the Apostle, he was telling us about the baby burp that begg
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136942
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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136956
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In my life when I am pursued /
by some wildly delicate thing
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136900
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try to keep him from eating the children
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136932
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Tell you what, if people only knew what the buggo does to your insides before it shellacs your outsides they'd think twice before dancing. And guys like us, we'd get parades. Guys like us, oof-oof! Im-mune to romance.
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136932
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Hi de ho, and hey, hey, hey; The farmer's daughter is made of hay. I went to touch her but she blew away, And noo ma hert is nae langer gay. Hi de hoo, and how do you do? The farmer's wife has a cold up her flue, And takes me away…
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136997
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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1369105
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Sitting in the SUV awaiting the trooper behind us I felt a warning tingle.
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136965
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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136997
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Some of the elderly men and women are coming forward....
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136953
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The questions piled up so high I thought I'd neverget through the door.The ease of alcohol, the incline of submission. Guttural sounds and spittle.Wipe down the morning afterwith a shower.Redress in last night's clothes.There's coffee if you want it.Sincerity too -no,…
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136900
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He stood sopping in front of the mirror, dripping onto the limp puddle of clothing on the floor. He needed a haircut. He needed a shave. He needed to get rid of the two-fucking-inch white hair inside the helix of his right ear. He plucked it—and all the h
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136965
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She locked herself in the bathroom on our wedding night. That was my first clue that I had made a mistake.
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