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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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116600
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Bearded massage parlors of dissonance whittle away hours for a few dollars and cents
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116600
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So, before he could brew with the crew, God decided to make one last trip to Earth, drawn by nostalgia and the prospect of watching a football World Cup from the stands. That is where He met Mini.
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116621
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Tucker walked the long and lonely stretch of highway in front of him. The loneliness didn't matter; he had his own way of handling that feeling. The walking, however, was wearing away at his mind. How…
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116622
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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116621
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A meaningful conversation Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied In our flowerbed On the patio Explode your fanny pack, A clinking most dangerous The Mysterious: Its …
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It's always dark when Cal and I arrive. We park under the bright sodium lamps, closest to the doors. The lights will probably be off by the time we return, unless the sensors miscue in the uncertain light of early morning. When that happens, the lights…
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116661
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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1166147
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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116500
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Ben shook his head in disbelief: Was this some theatrical soothsayer trick of Ida’s?
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116533
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Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
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116520
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Angelo stood to the side and lit a cigarette.
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116531
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Dan Arris sat in Chez Colette enjoying a roulade of veal stuffed with root vegetables. He was not a happy man.
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116543
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And her life runs like clockwork. And the kids wouldn’t get to school without her, and the paychecks wouldn’t arrive and the taxes wouldn’t get paid. And she listens to religion and country and God telling her how to run her life, what to do and when. B
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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116552
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there was the place where the large turtles had their eggs, and it was always a concern because everyone wanted the new turtles to make it back to the sea but the electric lights of high wattage along with sounds from the roadways beyond were in one…
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116522
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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116496
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On a Saturday I flew from murky air. My wings grown weak, I stole away from plundered nest, casual stings, and skillful barbs. In family's fold, I perch.
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116423
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I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...
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1164136
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I tell people that we leave out food for the creatures to appease the skunk gods.
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116465
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you are on a missing boat in the middle Of a fogged out notion of some sort. A no nonsense paddle could be made out Of something as intangible as an Incoming wave. This could also be a Floating thought up map, man. In…
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116411
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116454
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She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
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116410
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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1164138
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I took a left, it's less safe
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116498
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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116422
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When daybreak comes, it falls a pall pást mé, For it descends too soon for woken sight to see A shade of any gladness in its dew's first blisters: All my dreams of daylight are in darkling whispers Of…
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116452
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“Don’t you think you should tie a tourniquet or something?” she asked as I bled profusely from the points where Jesus was wounded during his crucifixion.
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116496
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so here we all are/
deep in debt
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