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That September, he had enjoyed drinks in the company of now-dead utopians.
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130720
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Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
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130752
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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130721
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My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange.
I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change.
Whenever I take a trip,
when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.
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130733
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Two Roman busts have come down to us, both copies of supposed earlier Greek originals, from the 4th. century BC.
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130700
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People think being the best-selling author of the Pokey Little Bunny™ series of children’s books is nothing but cream-filled cupcakes, but they’re wrong.
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130682
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I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco
Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter
Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains
Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand
But there we we
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130633
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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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130654
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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130651
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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130610
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The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
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130632
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Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.
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130600
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When I wake, I wonderwhat leaves the smile haunting my lips.There is only a ghostly remnant of your eyes, your touch, your kiss. Now I long for the Sea of Dreams,but my body is here imprisoned.Awake, I cannot reach you.The ship has departed; the tides have…
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The banality of his own state of boredom, a luxury to be satiated with violence, to hack with an axe the exposed neck of his friend.
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130500
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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130511
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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130521
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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130500
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“How about licensed-character theme funerals for kids who die young?” I asked, broaching a sensitive subject. “Do you think they’re”–I hesitated–”a money maker?”
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130541
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Suddenly you've got something to do on Sundays -
Wake up early and dress your best.
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130522
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Where I sit here clad in armour by the stars, I do not think of you; those thoughts are over. Beneath the silver here is light enough, To make me ponder by a lighter way. Beyond the bronze óf our sun and the others That haply rein the…
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130532
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And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
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130500
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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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130500
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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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130589
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When he saw me, he jumped faster and faster, wild like something rabid.
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130400
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Everyone wants to feel like the world has lined up against them and any achievement they have been able to attain was done despite the best efforts of everyone who isn't them. That's a given.
But there is one group of people who seem to have a point.
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130430
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Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva
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130422
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As being ebbs it deepens. The mind grows truant. We inhabit a permanent Saturday.
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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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130400
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We never meant to gain their confidence only to outgrow them. They were once our best friends, the ones who listened, the ones who understood or sat across from us so we could see them nod. They leaned…
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