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"The sheriff's mother-in-law made the smoothest 'shine in the county."
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10511914
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To whoever reads this next--Henry James makes my head hurt.
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105121
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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105134
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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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105110
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Two minutes later Alicia Morgan stepped out of her car. Her smile faltered momentarily and he saw that she assumed the mistake was hers
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105100
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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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105142
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My dad was in a barber training school
where they cut off the tip of a bum's ear
and taped it back on with scotch tape
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105120
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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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105100
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Testing how well he navigates
She didn't think he would find it
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105100
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For some employees the job was simply a job, another day towards another paycheque towards another Friday night spent at the bar wondering just exactly when life decided to start with the kidney punches.
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105040
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We spent that entire winter with shaky hands and shrunken egos.
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105022
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Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.
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105076
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I go down to pick up R and get a cartridge of black ink for the printer. It's an extremely pleasant summer day — early afternoon — and the air is exemplary: clear and sweet. So far so good. But as soon as I park and go to a nearby cash machine the fun begins.…
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105054
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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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105054
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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105010
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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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105022
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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105000
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our house gives him a cold again
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105000
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This is hell amongst the bloom and grow.
Spring's warmth is cruel,
a feast of unrestraint...
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105044
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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105000
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My backyard was first Grass tickling my bare feet Skipping along the bottoms of my toes. I broke my arm there; I always hurt myself Swinging. The fair was next, grownup kids Having adult fun Eating carnival food and drinking grownup things When no one was looking. …
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105031
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Then I learned she was revealing all our sexcapades to this young priest.
Forgive me, father, I have sinned. We had sex outdoors against a tree in Wisconsin and the tree was blending with our act and becoming one with my back rubbing up against the bark
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105096
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1.It was unfair to my time and my small kitchen rug that it took me two days to finish reading Meg Pokrass' “The Big Dipper,” pp. 10-12
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105032
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Questions unanswered proliferate/
across the April sky, blue//
with wisps of cirrus white.
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105077
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Times were tough. They met out on the right-of-way on Highway 61 heading south, each trying to hitch a ride to New Orleans where they might find work. Albert walked up to her lugging a saxophone in a scuffed up case. Mamie had old cloth suitcase. After handshake bona fides…
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105054
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I flipped a large cardboard coin
On one side it said
Abundance
But on the other side it said
Scarcity
I went to the store
And began packing everything I could get
Into my shopping cart
But the things that started spilling over
Onto the
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104922
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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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104951
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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104951
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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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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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