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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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130121
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The sky was dressed in a wedding gown. The hooves of my horse clicked like consonants on the stone of the butte.
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130110
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130178
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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130100
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A man walks on the moon my mother knew at Purdue.
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130031
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The waitress appears and Fred gives her a big smile and th3 once over. It's no wonder he's had so many women in his life while I've . . . uh . . . read a lot of books.
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130032
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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130011
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Traffic, no need to be in a hurry.
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130021
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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1300118
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130033
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It's early spring and rains leave miniature ponds not deep but attractive to a Drake and Mallard pair moving into the neighborhood settling quacking down. Not sensing transience in their comfortable puddle they get on swimmingly bottom…
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1300126
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I could have a minor stroke.
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1300107
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don’t ask me to set my goals./
I have none except safe air to breathe,/
a reliable roof,/
something aromatic in the oven.
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130010
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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130054
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Left by a melting snowbank: Cup lids, pine needles, a cairn of dog shit, And the grey soggy shape Of an eyeless winter bird. His breast is an old accordion Gone to rot in an old…
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130020
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I find that I am keeping silent more often. I don't like repeating myself.
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130000
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"The baby's head..it was so big. There were complications...I saw it all. They tried to get me out of the room but I saw it all. He split her apart like a coconut Norm! She was gone like that."
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130030
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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130002
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There's a whole pack of us, men minted from hot brass and thumbtacks.
Too tough for sensibility's sake.
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130052
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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1300105
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As far as I knew it was just an old man and his wife who lived in this house, but not really. I mean if you had seen what every person on that block had, you would have realized that many lived there, well many beings.
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130000
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“You're right by the mall, the cultural district, and just a few minutes from downtown,” the realtor smiled. “And it's on a bus line?” the wife asked. “Yes it…
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130022
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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1299107
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129931
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What do you do
when a Shirelle asks you
if you’re in the mood to dance?
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129922
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As being ebbs it deepens. The mind grows truant. We inhabit a permanent Saturday.
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129943
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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129941
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Suddenly you've got something to do on Sundays -
Wake up early and dress your best.
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129922
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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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129900
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The concourse had become his second home, he knew it that well. His fellow passengers were the houseguests he couldn't get rid of, the workers at the restaurants and gift shops a personal…
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