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When Beez and I were visiting D.C., Beez saw MDW after many years and said, almost so that MDW could hear him if he wished, “His hair looks like Beethoven’s.”
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Darkness on my mind
doesn't make me blind.
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131712
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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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Since dawn doesn't understand my words, I will give them to the donkey, finely cut for him, let them ferment some time and add a few sprigs of lucerne. The donkey grazes in the meadow down the road and always welcomes me with a grin that displays his mauve gums and his…
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131734
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Dark morning sleet whitecrusts the world
once more, shrouds remains
of January thaw:
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131740
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A group of us from work are playing cards at a friend's house, so when my brother Jimmy calls, I take my phone into the other room. I already know what it's about, really the only reason he ever calls these days.“Look, I hate to ask,” he begins, the way he…
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131743
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Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
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131774
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Last night was full of little fists
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1317148
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The old lady is losing her memory. She forgets people's names yet so familiar to her. A little sheepish, she takes her basket and walks to the village. Just like when her legs were young, suntanned, shapely and attractive. Along the footpath, by the shop windows, over the…
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131701
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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131741
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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131700
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Gibson Park, underneath the grove of trees beside the soccer field. She's buried. But don't say anything yet. Her disappearance will make the news shortly, but it hasn't yet.
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131730
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We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside.
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1316115
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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131620
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These are the days you wish would never end.
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131600
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When we crossed the California/Oregon border, I had this
vivid image of sleeping bags filled with human bones. I shook
my head and the scene would not go away. The woods must be
full of dead campers, hitch hikers, run-a-ways, and black
teenage whores
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1316109
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The thumb, incarnate, knows/
the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/
the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/
of water drawn from the dark well.
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131631
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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131611
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A man in Watchupecka, OH, was charged Wednesday night with drunken driving in heavy traffic in downtown Watchupecka when he failed to stop for a red light.
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131655
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i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
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131655
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Wish more than ever there was a more perfect way to mean everything I say. If I could I'd certainly walk all my words right up to your face now and give them over, hand to hand so to speak. That's the point at which I'd very much…
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1316106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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131632
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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131500
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Without light it is black.
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131500
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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131521
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I go with the wind, like the smoke of this Marlboro red as it dances among the palm trees.
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131572
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and the President didn't call.
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131501
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Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
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