1134 5 4
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once he had planted Lucille things changed./his emptiness rivalled the hollow grave/dug for her . . .
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113454
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Fat, religious, full of himself,
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11341412
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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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1134138
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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113421
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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113400
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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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113311
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City cars packed with eyes
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113352
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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113333
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That son of a bitch meant every word. Every filthy mouthful of insults that hit me was intentional and focused.
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113311
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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113300
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Jim twisted the skinny trunk of his body in a fast, violent jerk just as the cop grabbed the buckle of his left Harley Davidson boot. When the boot flopped off, Jim found himself sitting upright, ready to jump up and run. But then he felt the baton lock down on his…
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113300
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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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113311
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no matter how many drunks I spoke to, no matter how many strangers I tried my new theories on, no matter how many of my, currently distant friends I out-witted and educated with my revelatory nuggets of wisdom, I still see no sign of impact on the evening
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113344
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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113300
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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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113331
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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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113301
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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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113333
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Father, trouble me memory;laconic, idle, some glint on the dark. Recall us to me: what did we have, or what did we lose? Like some late affection, open me again, laugh it out of us. It is not loss I'm looking toput back together, papered over…
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113200
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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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113250
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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113210
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In suburban Jeddah magnificent houses on every corner of the avenues are surrounded by high walls rising up from just inside the roadside curb to much beyond taller than a man.
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113210
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In the poetry section, no one talks except to say, "excuse me," or, "wow," or, "amazing," with the second 'a' stretched out like a blacktop highway. But mostly they say, "excuse me." and that's only because someone dressed in a corduroy jacket is …
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113200
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Dog winged the monkey's gerdonderplonk just past ceremony. Winkle-wizzened water garglers awoke wanderjanked while apple-gated confederates slept on. Rusty pipe smack-down cancelled water lily gumbo's two o'clock and Patsy sang Crazy for the millionth time.…
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113221
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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113185
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I do not think it good that you, any of you, know what I mean when I say “MIG arrangement.”
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113151
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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113100
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“That's Governor Gauda to you, punk!” This is the line from my speech “Killing Dennis Gauda.” The speech lost the Tall Tales competition at the division level, but I was unfortunate to have a chance to do this speech for Dennis Gauda …
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11311816
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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113100
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"A gush of sand- peppered wind from a passing semi-trailer hit my face rousing me from my mental comparisons."
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113100
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It seems like that is all I really knowThe narrow confines of my existenceThe sun rises and falls somewhere,And all living things, move, work struggle and fightCarrying a bucket of water, while the sunBangs the day's rhythm on my armsThere's a war going on, all the…
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