1191 4 4
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The world's anxious fire breathing mob still wants in, but they don't know what in the smoke they are looking for. They aren't really thinking in that intellectual direction. All these wonderful, friendly books you see do not hold the answer or…
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119143
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While the shadows of lives that once were still hid away, others who survived tried to stand on their own two feet and walk the distance again and tell what happened and what it was all like.
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119190
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119121
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later still
wine parties with cucumber
red and rich
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119178
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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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119021
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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119040
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“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
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1190124
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Strauss does all the stirring at the start./
The rest is all murk and meander
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119066
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There's no rain--there hasn't been rain in weeks--but the clouds are dark without the sun, and I can't see the stars.
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119011
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People could disappear in the Pine Barrens and never be seen again. Either by their own choice or when someone didn’t want the body found. John Dance knew that was just a part of life you had to accept and couldn’t change.
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119030
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I still remember the old times when we were together. I wish I wouldn't have let you go. If you ever thought that we should be together, please come back.
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119000
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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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119000
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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119065
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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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119065
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You better read the papers
If you don’t understand
Cause as of last night
I’m a one-man band
You’d better walk through water
With your boots on fire
Cause Baby I don’t think
I can take this any higher
You’d better find out what I dr
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118922
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He who is well hydrated, won't sweat you
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118900
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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118910
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I liked E first because she knew all the words to "Alice's Restaurant." Everybody knows "American Pie," but "Alice's," that's impressive. We used to cut class in high school and drive around listening to it, and I'd try to pretend I knew the words, but I never did, so…
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1189127
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If you ask me I'm thinking I'm just blowing off some steam, some hot air that doesn't add up to the old cliche of a hill of beans. A hill of fucking beans.
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1189126
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I could have a minor stroke.
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118910
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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118910
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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118964
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Unhappiness is a necessary boon
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118900
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I wrinkled my face up
in the glare and warmth of the sun.
I baked easy in the hovering heat
and my spot-speckled skin ate
up the rays and swallowed deeply.
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118900
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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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118965
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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118900
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. . . he's of mixed race. Along with European blood, he's got Mexican Indian and African blood. Here's the irony. He don't look nothing like a white European man but he thinks like one.
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118800
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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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118811
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She went for the typewriter first.
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118800
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Ben watched Monique disappear into the first-class cabin. It didn’t seem likely that he would see her again after this flight.
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