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I know what that coast was like, where you went. A coarse country filled with malodorous women that sang from the shores. Groups of nine stripped to the waist. Some with braids hanging down their back. Garden beauties. Visual porticos, with their floral
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Take a flying leap?Mother would never agreeSo away from the campground we sneakTo show the boy where I was a boySummer day shirtless with swimsuits onOne hundred degrees walking through the treesThe season early with winter runoffWater here still seventy feet deepHoping the…
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A Boston company has created a humanoid robot named “Baxter” that performs manufacturing tasks and gets a confused look on its face when it needs something.
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After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There’s still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
Af
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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What can I say about the Internet It's one of the best inventions since the TV set It's a place you can do research and shop A place where you can sell everything from shoes to stock You can go to rooms and chat And meet some nice people or some that seem…
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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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“You take the woman, you get her records,” Dean said, and he didn't seem the least bit troubled by the Streisand album.
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One Private View, four couples, not all of whom are adulterous.
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I'm staying in swinging all night
Hell not just all night but every night
I can possibly sink my teeth into
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The Sunday sunset slowly simmers the sea.
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Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
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She looked at the flowerthat grew through the stone hedgeon a cliffwhere the rockswere stacked to the edge of the water.It was a polka dot spot of fuchsia, Petals peeking through the green briar bush.On the bridge,Staring hard at the deep water,Ripples of blue that…
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When the village slept, the men came knocking.
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Th heeet frum mye skin on ers wus mehsidge eenuff.
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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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I think of particles exploding, coming back together like some physics experiment I don’t know the name for. “Large Hadron Collider,” you say. But that’s not what I mean.
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I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
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I live in a small fishing village where small people fish and others gossip or invent bizarre methods by which to irritate each other. During our weekly power cuts I go outside and cross the street, sitting on the pharmacy steps to watch myself not be at home in the…
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.
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She sees her first husband on the bathroom floor, ingrained in the wood.
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bursting girl there is no moon
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The will to make/
remains
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I could have a minor stroke.
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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“Time is inalterable. We can only offer an altered perception of time. And what better way to do that than by offering altered timepieces?
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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He chose her for the way she could, Eyes closed, nose to the air, Find her way North. North was where the wind stopped And held them in its grip, safe. Broken. He chose her for the way, fur against Her collar, she could coax seal…
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