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I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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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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“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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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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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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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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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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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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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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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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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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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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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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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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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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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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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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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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