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5. To hate one's race is always overrated;We built fair cities where there were no huts.The Frankfurt School should all have been castrated,And strung up by a noose made of their guts.Marcuse, you have caused the death of Europe,With Gramsci, Adorno, Freud and all…
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988206
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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988149
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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98833
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“Hey! You can’t be
whistling on Greyhound,”
the bus driver said,
looking up
in the rearview mirror.
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98822
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We met at a bar
We didn’t get far
We went to her car
Then back to the bar
I played guitar
She was a rock star
We met at a bar
We didn’t get far
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98822
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There’s Julie-she’s the cineaste–
Au courant woman with a past.
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98800
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I'm the vessel that'll sniff out the wharf's of old,they call me bold for bounding seas,they whispers rumors of my unstable ease,what's a life without vanishing into the falling pink fold,Ululating tides spray brisk bounties of water on board,squabs with new wings…
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98830
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Out the window, the butterflyhad escaped,beyond my perception and maybe into someone else's.The little boy with the kite stared back,wound his string,and ended his afternoon.
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98800
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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988107
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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98744
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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98700
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Remote notary publics, or "remotaries" for short, are finding themselves increasingly busy as hikers and climbers seek help by cell phone or personal digital assistants from mountain peaks and white-water rafting trips.
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98711
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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98755
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"Where've you been?" the image in the mirror asked. "I haven't seen you since yesterday," she said.
"Yeah, I miss you too," he said.
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987105
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"All he wants to do is watch the Hallmark Channel"
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98711
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We have been down here before
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98700
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I would like to land youLike a paper airplane,Take you home to mom. I like your mom &, sheWants to sleep in the sameBed as me. Call it odd. I give you a head nodin the museum, we speakin code. Call it news.I have the blues. Nobodydoes it like you do, to me,for us, in…
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98721
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She was asked: “What would it mean to be in a great earthquake to you?”
She said: “It would mean that I might never see him again.”
Then she panicked. She came to me and said: “Do you mind riding in the other car? I have to ride in the same car wi
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98600
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I have sat aside and entertained the coveted feelings of what was not in my hands. Only briefly, a moment shared of hidden secrets and joy. But of and between us, I cannot say that this moment is a considerable spur-still I desire…
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98600
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Besotted by an overload of scotch, Ben’s brain barely alerted him to loud knocking at his door.
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98600
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Sunday nights weren't massive.
They were Sunday mornings that remained.
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98600
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It comes to him in the night. When he's lying there, staring at the ceiling. The shadows dance on the white paint, forming into monsters that get you when you sleep. The moon hangs low in the sky, dancing with the stars in a ballet that lost all movement
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98623
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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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98600
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Horses pulled carts loaded with valuables at backbreaking speed. King Street was one of the steepest in the city making the steeds’ task most difficult in deed. Their chest covered in foam and their eyes wild with fear. Their clattering hoofs gripped
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98600
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To be fair, I have to say I learned things from Lisa, certain things about sex and how to use my body effectively, to use what I had to the best effect, though it probably would have been true to say that about any girl who might have been the first girl
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98662
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His beard is an eighteenth-century forest / in south central France
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98643
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What if it was all cut and calculated.
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98511
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98511
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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98582
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With furrowed brow, he took the plastic stems and began to beat the blossom ends
against the black brick wall.
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