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Little scoundrel Name of leaf, No one knows He's a thief. The shadows stretch, The birds fly south, And summer's a word Of ash in the mouth When all of a sudden The colors are gone But for a red…
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with binoculars
neighbor reads
screen text:
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111400
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One morning she was out on her walk and happened to come near the creek. Amazed as she was by the landscape, she was unprepared for the creek to look dark. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the trees budding and yet below, in the water, it seemed dar
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111422
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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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111444
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only after
you slipped away entirely
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111431
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The past follows, battered, bruised, always behind
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111486
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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111400
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The road to heaven is littered for miles with dead sinners, or more precisely, the sides of the roads are lined with crosses on which the sinners are nailed. It has always been so, since time started ticking for Civilized…
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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111431
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If you have writer’s block, it may be because your childhood wasn’t unhappy enough, but there’s nothing you can do about that now, is there?
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111400
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no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love
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111421
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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111421
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Your left hand cups your balls which are drawn up tight under a turgid fireplug cock. Your right hovers over your temple, thumb cocked at the cheek. Your eyes are dreamy, mouth wry, chest and belly furry and fat. You're a picture in a file on my desktop on which…
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111350
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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111300
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She sold bottles of happiness at the marketplace. She woke up at dawn every morning to capture rays of happiness in the air. She would jump and let her fingers thread through each ray before sorting them into bottles. She always added a red ribbon to the tops of each…
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111300
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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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…if something happened to you so horrible that you no longer felt like living, would it have been better if you had died at birth? Okay, that's probably too early. No reason to act in haste. Maybe you should die when you're eighteen years old, just before…
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111300
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These were strange realizations, and each built upon the one before until I was completely mystified and unsettled in my life.
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111300
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it always takes too long to figure it out
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111301
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Thanks for the invitation, although you don't make the Undergraduate Verse Society Ice Cream Social and Poetry Slam sound very appealing.
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111332
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Questions unanswered proliferate/
across the April sky, blue//
with wisps of cirrus white.
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111200
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A cruel reminder of his irrelevance to the world of law, a world he had probably ruled for over 40 years.
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111211
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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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111234
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You're all I've got to keep me company, but it's a very fine company. So familiar, and warm as any cold digital fireplace. I can tell you've got more in your story, but it doesn't make you happy. I really do not feel well today. Fun I wanted to…
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macho bucks in velvet defy you driving down the lane
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111211
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He was prepared for this event.
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111252
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Any God we could respect/
would listen, kind, to prayers,/
compassionate but resolute –
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111200
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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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You don't see the bruises ... you can't foresee the pain. It's intense, so deep and yet so volatile, in vain. He slapped my head once more while he uttered for the millionth time the same old words again: "You're a loser and you'll never win. I hate for you to be my…
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