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Chin beards, flannel shirts, Levis
no boots anymore, just loose sandals
their chicks with double triple multiple chins
falling asleep on their own palms
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107994
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107933
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Then there was the time I splurged, hoping a higher-priced phone might keep me from slamming it against the wall.
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107800
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“Elaine, what's that bee doing?”, asked Jonathan as he slid his reading glasses down and turned his attention from the morning paper to a bee that had landed on the his Nesbitt's Lime soda bottle. The bottle sat on the small, hand-made table in their back…
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107842
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the echo of the hull's first contact with the water will pull the past through the present and the present into the past.
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107823
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And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
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107875
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I'm sitting in the dark of my own kitchen, because it is dark outside, not from night but from clouds. I guess that's where I'll start talking from. This isn't about you. I'm not sure it's even about me. It's probably about the…
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107831
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I got a male bouffant hairdo like Trump
I can’t wait to develop patience
And the next time I have a ringing in my head
I’m not going to answer it
Can I Get a New To-Do List?
I tried changing my name to Richard Vixen
Until the State Dept. too
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107865
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That was the year I got my Daisy bee-bee gun for Christmas....
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107822
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Happy is a look we are trying to wear better
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1077206
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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107751
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I awoke sweating like a Mormon at an anti-bigamy conference.
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107754
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Connecting the dots the past two weeks, I’ve concluded you’re pregnant again.
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The coffee cup was still full. Black hot steaming smoke signals climbed toward the ceiling, like blowing soot out of dirty bagpipe lungs. The mug exhaled constant and slow like the Fall, until room temperature crept from the handle around…
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107751
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The irony is that Smart's work of self-abnegation has surpassed that of her erotic master; George Barker is largely forgotten now, while the reputation of Smart's one work of genius seems secure.
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the wiggly word / floats toward the crowd
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He arched an eyebrow. He was "thinking" — a tricky thing to do, when you never read, even the newspaper.
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107753
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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107723
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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107720
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That summer I fucked Kathi R. from Wheaton, as much as I could. She called me Professor Obsessor. She was short and practically without tits, but must have had the longest arms, because she could somehow reach down around my ass while I was on top and she
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107720
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She awakened and thought at first that the noise coming from the basement was an intruder, that someone was down there and might cause her harm. Then she remembered that the furnace had been erratic lately and had made some strange noises. She drifted off…
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for Melissa together today. I like that feeling. I want to pound a piano into the ground just for you. To your warmest heartbeat I raise my glass. Thank you. It doesn't really matter if they think that's a velvety Elvis…
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107600
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“Out-of-work samurai have a choice,” says Bobby Ito. “They can terrorize local peasants at county fairs, or underbid low-skilled workers for menial jobs.”
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There is only me and the crooked pavement that leads to your dim tower.
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and even if you feel like you're all grown up, it's still okay...
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Owen had never seen his boyfriend cry, but while he was in the bathroom having a cigarette through the open window, he heard Devin sniffling and coughing back tears. A bit shocked, he decided not to confront Devin or acknowledge that he had heard. Italian men could be…
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107600
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From the parking lot to the stadiumdown town waiting for the crossinglightthere are a few others in jerseys but not manywe are too early for that.Desert gravel crunching scuffle of canvas shoeskicking granitehop along wobble steps and I turn to seewho's off the…
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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