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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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136122
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The son stood on the porch with his grip packed. "I'm off to mine me a fortune a gold, Daddy." "Boy, there's a fortune in gold right here," said the father, indicating the ripe wheat, glowing in early morning sun. The kid slumped. "Pop, you turn over a rock there,…
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136181
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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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136175
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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136111
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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The television was playing reruns of Mr. Ed, but it was hard to hear because of the flock of birds in the palm tree. I’d sometimes imagined the birds coming through the window, a swarming of pink cotton mouths, mawing everything in sight.
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136120
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The flowerpots across the street from Frank’s room at the Place d’Armes Hotel never appeared parched by the late August sun.
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136100
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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136131
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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136130
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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136120
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It was the most prestigious cashier position in the entire state!
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136111
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Vladimir walked down the little path next to the creek with us. I stopped along the way and picked off a sliver of some of the bedrock that was sticking out alongside the narrow path, to take home with me as a souvenir of my family castle, just to be ab
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136161
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[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]CLAUDE: Dear sir, We regret to inform you That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair…
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we hover black as carrion birds with a glut empty need seems to me she's fell as thee and knows exactly where we posture anxiously spitting falsehoods on cue twittering like snipes cause there's nothing left to do she might have spent her whole life just
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1361126
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You
sawed off my wings then
Asked
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He kept one scarf. It was the scarf that she would tie around his eyes to play with him, long, until he was in his teens. A silly game that made her happy and he squirmed with delight until he got too old. She did not want him to see her, only to know if
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136011
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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136087
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136000
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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136044
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I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
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136054
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I loved her when she first came calling in the sodden dawn of spring. She was a strange and dangerous flower. Together we drank up all the money. The days staggered away like drunks lurching down a flophouse hall.
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136097
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The same, some things you Can't explain, most trees Have felt it go bone dry at the roots before. I've learned to let love Go bye bye. You think they don't Want to answer your pathetic knocks, But they're…
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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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136000
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That was nearly two years and a thousand smiles ago.
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136043
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I come up and out of the hole onto a village street in the middle of a parade celebrating the arachnid god.
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136075
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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I realize that to say, "I do not believe in God" is footsteps away from "I do not rely on God" and "God left me."
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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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