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I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
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122897
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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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122811
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In the afternoon, there was a certain time when the sunlight spilled through the windows in the common room and made everything look all bright and fresh and optimistic. If you ignored the patients and doctors milling about and…
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122820
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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122865
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I’ll take my Christmas carols neat-
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122853
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I came out of the Quick Stop and found her in the back seat of my ten-year-old Camry. I don’t know who she is, or why she chose my car. I do know she’s having a baby any minute now.
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122864
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We made a plan to see each other to chat more and so we did. I went to his little house in the neighboring town and walked in to a kind of time warp. It was a large living room, made so by it's emptiness. It was stark in the vastness it seemed, but dark.
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122811
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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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1228169
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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1228107
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By the time the third car disappeared, Bud had noticed sudden lulls in the breeze, rain microbursts from otherwise blue skies, cold humid calms that trailed him around the junk.
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1228133
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I'm available most weekends.
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122810
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“What if every cloud you saw carried a bit of hope?” she said to the window, looking out at a rolling storm. There's something peaceful about stormy weather when you're inside. Stormy weather. It almost sounds quaint. “Well?” she said,…
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122842
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—Francesco, I wish you would give up smoking, said Michiko.
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122700
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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122700
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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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122756
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so much of what we know with certainty is amazingly uncertain
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122712
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The women, I think,
Handle it better than
The men.
The men just stare
Straight ahead
Vacantly
Hollow-eyed
Lonely.
The women more
Fulfilled by their lives,
Having always
Expressed their love.
The men,
Not so much.
And find
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122700
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Air. But fire against the air. An interruption in the blue sky otherwise. Painted without a spread blemish or problem. Now there is a problem. I am roused from sleep. Sister says, Look. Look. Jacob wake up. What? A truck is on fire. What is? A…
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122740
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The coffee filter rustles like the Pages of your notebook, which Only tires you even more. Make your drink strong to Make up for the lack of resolve In your shoulders, and Your weak promises. The familiar sound of percolation And you reach the…
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122700
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Italian authorities seized $1.9 billion in "green" investments made by La Cosa Nostra to launder money. Reuters
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122700
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Rains came again and wore away at their flesh, revealing bone as white and sharp as sharks’ teeth.
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122730
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Roanne awoke on the livingroom couch with the usual willies dancing in stomp time inside her. She blinked, looked around. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn hither and yon on the floor and the chairs and TV. On the walls, rock stars,…
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122733
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When he was 24 he ran away with a girl, forgot about his little office job in the city, went with her to the mountains, just the two of them, to live out a life of romance that a chalk box like the metropolis can’t give you—
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122751
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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122765
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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122710
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A stroll along the golf course rim reveals Polo-logoed litter. Could this be what they mean by white trash?
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122721
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In the tang of winter warm
and summer cool,
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122744
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The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
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122700
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A man walks on the moon my mother knew at Purdue.
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