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Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.
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113210
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HE DREAMED THAT NIGHT OF A SMALL BLACK CHILD LYING INJURED IN THE STREET, UNABLE TO CRY OUT
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113220
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When I was nine years old, I fell through the rotting
boards that covered my grandmother's cesspool and nearly
drowned.
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113220
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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113211
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They were afraid that the spiders would crawl up their slim, u-shaped gaps and get inside them. He wasn’t sure how it would happen to her, just that it was possible
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113264
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It was an autumn day, late in the afternoon, a Tuesday, when the last murderer died. There was no official announcement. Indeed, she and her crime had been forgotten. Pancreatitis, her cause of death. Quite treatable, the cancer. Nothing could be done for the gene that…
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113222
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the impression I had gotten of him was that he was fifty percent yuppie and fifty percent drug dealer from Marin.
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113200
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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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113200
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I hear you calling me, as if through water spilled within a glass--
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113210
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skin is soft and too easily sliced away
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113221
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The other night / I dreamt I was an astronaut
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113231
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When the house was sold the new owners walked in on what they believed was a former life stopped cold. There on the table remained a half-filled teacup and a well-read magazine lying open from years gone by. A Royal Doulton dish set lay half packed on the
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113241
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And so, many ideas and stories and wonders crash onto the shores of my conscience...
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113155
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Every six weeks or so, he and I would argue. I would argue. He would listen. He raised me twenty-five cents each time. I suppose that is a bad habit for me to have gotten into—to get pissed about rates and to fight to get a raise.
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113175
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of anything if that's the way you feel your love must go down, off its last nut before the big victimizing crash of the end of days and flowers. But watch out for thosethorn bushes that grow from forgotten holes in the ground.…
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113100
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Popular wisdom would have it that heroin addicts are some kind of cross between vampire menace and low-rent cartoon.
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113122
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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113100
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We used to have a saying: steal an old lady’s pocketbook and you’ll go to jail, steal her pension and you’ll go to the Ritz.
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1131159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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113144
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“Everyone you see is half asleep. And you're on your own, you're in the street.” -John Lennon What we can muster now is a few choice words of humor, but unfortunately that won't show them anything that they haven't seen…
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113142
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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113100
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Tread acres and acres of aches
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113100
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For some reason in my daydream he would use the formal “ma'am” to approach me, despite the fact that we were in a swarm of sweaty grunting men in the basement that smelled like feral animal feces and jock straps.
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113152
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
For a drink or a smoke.
I would beg and curse and steal
If I was a bum.
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope.
I would not vote for anyone
Because I would know truly
They’d be telling gross lies.
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113100
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Many colored eyes move slow
between the mirror and my heart,
begging questions.
I offer no explanation.
None suffice to breed either my content or theirs.
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113152
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lift my love and be lifted
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1131115
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In which era was it not a scary world?/
Last century, the perils were both red and yellow/
after Jerry was undone. Now, they’re brown/
and cross, without respect, the Rio Grande
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113100
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Once upon a mind-flight
Leary with the tripping became weary
Of the psychedelic travel
Felt the universe unravel
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113100
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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