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With spring rain
And greening buds
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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil.
Made shopping a whole lot harder.
Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi
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Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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