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(Sung to the melody of "Ghostbusters")When your prose is weakMetaphors clichésWho you gonna callGhostwriters!Characters they speakNot much to sayWho you gonna callGhostwriters!I ain't ‘fraid of no rejectionI ain't ‘fraid of no rejectionLyin' in your bedImagination soarsWho…
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113610
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You sit brooding at the barOn a Friday nightOn the patio on a Friday nightAnd people try to figure you outI thinkAnd I am so quite andSo tired Too tired to even drive homeDrainedI just need that drink to feel betterAnd I stare off in a hazeWhats wrong?I don't…
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113611
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Surely someone as clever as I can hatch a plan that will make them pay for rejecting me. Ignoring my genius has a cost and they will pay the price.
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113644
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Church-lady dresses with matching jackets
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113686
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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113634
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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113620
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Saturday night in the suburbs west of Boston. As Pancho Sanza and I drift wearily from one upscale restaurant to another, we see an endless parade of husbands whose indifference to their wives borders on cruelty.
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113600
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our house gives him a cold again
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113600
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I’ll give you a pair of grey cement pumps
then into the river, your body I’ll dump.
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113600
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And then she'd wipe her eyes, sweep her hair between the crest of her left ear and the side of her face and press that ear to the knot.
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113632
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"The editors at Travel & Leisure are more interested in perks from advertisers than the survival of the human race.”
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113661
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I remember distinctly the first time I saw Lynda. She was not a stunning-looking girl by any stretch of the imagination. She was short, with naturally blond Swedish hair that she wore in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. It was freezing outs
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113500
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exiled from hell where no torture could touch you to a cloud in heaven where no…
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113522
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The man and the woman ate dinner together as they did most nights. It had become a habit over the years, back when they had children. Their lives were busy yet they always found time for one…
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113598
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A sense of plenty courses through
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113520
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feathered flightless freak of nature
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113564
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as you are, there's a big floating arm that separates both of us from each other. Widening, like a river, it touches us together often, but still keeps us drifting apart. The banks of your new life have different weeds and flowers…
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113532
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Questions unanswered proliferate/
across the April sky, blue//
with wisps of cirrus white.
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113411
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When I met Sally
I was all
Unsuspecting
Of what powers
Might be found
In this world and
In a woman.
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113441
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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.
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1134115
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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113400
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Some mornings he would wake up with his hand in the curve of her side. But her scent would awaken him further to his reality. This was not his wife. No, the women he vowed to protect was asleep in the arms of another.Lost to adultery, his dreams fell to…
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113410
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We had been on the way to the church when we found them. The handkerchief in my breast pocket was folded just so and I'd tried to recreate the perfect ribbon in Ashley's hair, …
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113420
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Still worried. I could use some more hope in my oatmeal.
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113401
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But all I see, the only irresolute shape in my mind that forms and becomes real, is you.
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113411
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He was prepared for this event.
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113400
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It was mostly accidental.
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113420
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With nipples like those, rose-colored, we could have fed a nation!
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113400
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demanded he give up muscatel art
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