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I slept and it was pleasant. Then there was the kiss, and it was hot. Later you turned away, and all was November chill. Now there are touches, caresses and shouts, Marvelous nights flavored with favors bestowed, and blackened days,…
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141421
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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141410
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She smiled at him. "You want to know the secret, that's why you want her to tell - not because you want her to be happy."
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141454
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On the beaches in the summer the fine hair rose up from under the material of your bikini and swirled around your deep navel, almost invisible to the naked eye, but not to the mind, which imagines everything funneling down into the center of your being,
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141422
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I am young. This is years before I start to hide my accent.
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141421
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It was night. It was Massachusetts. It was an interview in a snowstorm
that Detective Vivian Diaz wished would go away.
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141433
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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141453
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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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141432
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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141443
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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141411
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I survived as a brave thought,
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He also looked at the tv with a detachment he sensed was dangerous and the sensation scared him so he ran into the kitchen and felt ashamed alone in the hot room and trembled.
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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Every day from my window I saw John Brigham's dog making its way across my field. The dog picked carefully through the shorn corn stubble taking the same route, I'm guessing, it took when the stalks made a shaded rustling forest. There is a narrow path…
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
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I woke like an animal / breeding thoughts like flies
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His legs were pedaling hard and his heart was beating fast, He's got his scars; He can't outrun his past, Down the hill he goes, wind whipped his hair, a new style with each draft. He broke his brakes long ago; He cut the cable and ripped off the pads. He cried…
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“It's a combination of ‘Survivor' and ‘College Bowl' says Sister Mary Agnesita, the show's host. “We take four very strict nuns and match them up with boys who were cut-ups in their grade school classes."
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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One said 'Yes, I remember.' He was dark and tall and slender
A masterful pretender who laid roses on the floor
Appearing on the eve of morrow, so slow and full of sorrow
With a costume he did borrow, borrowed from the poet's lore
From the rare and rad
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Crouching like little children in a game of hide & seek, we entered the old house, slowly
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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A daydreams about a woman whose name he’s forgotten next to B, who’s been drunk since afternoon.
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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141200
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For so long as I think I shall live.
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141200
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It’s just another
Day where I feel tired, but I
Don’t know why it’s so.
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141200
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There is an old Indian story which says that if a person inhales basil fumes, then scorpions will grow in the inhaler's brain. We have basil growing all over our garden, so this explains the absolutely stinging sensation I feel in my cerebellum after cutting the basil hedge…
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141200
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He bounds like a lunar explorer into the Edinburgh Castle, the goofy porcelain busts glaring at him with contempt.
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