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The light was bright andthey sat on the railing of the long wooden bridge in the sun. She looked up at her father."Oh Daddy, where did you go?" she asked.He was young with black shinny hair blowing in the wind. "To Heaven, little girl,"She shook her head."What's…
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65711
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Pope Leo XIII endorsed a cocaine-based drink and at the age of 90 sat in on a session with a castrato that is still available on CD.
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65632
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The important thing is to repeat the keyword
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65543
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From inside the baking hot car we watched our father, nervous in his face mask and gloves, step through the wooden gate into grandma's front garden. She was waiting for him, thin and lonely behind the frilled lace curtain. She held the iPad in her left hand, and she…
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65432
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I do not want to know what it looks like when a society walks off a cliff's edge,
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65421
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“You know this is your death car.”
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65410
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My life accelerated by grime in my father’s garage.
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65300
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I omit the names not to protect the innocent--there aren't any--but because you've got better things to think about in the run-up to the Super Bowl, like does anybody ever pull Troy Polamalu's hair in a pile-up?
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65200
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“I dipped a Camel cigarette in ink and smoked it,” he said. “When they took an X-ray, my lungs looked black."
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65233
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the space between two antelopes
is a canyon,
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65243
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"Living is easy with eyes closed/misunderstanding all you see.'--John Lennon That's an ache that's always inside me. How you'd rathertreat people as if they don't matteras much as some nice sounding words in a song. Their voicesas less than an annoying wind? Because…
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652168
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a boy with a gun, a skateboard, and spray-paint
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65197
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I'm cool. You're not. Attitude is everything in life.
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65100
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http://www.punchnels.com/fiction/the-frogman/
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65100
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If you want a nice meal,
writers take you to diners.
They’re thinkin’ noirly,
you want something finer.
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65133
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There's nothing so new in the doing that it needs to be talked about in just spooky or secret ways, by you, me or anyone else tonight, but it might feel real good sometime and perfectly fine to hear…
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64900
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And then I get a call from a different kind of bar
They say you’re drunk on Cosmos and actin’ quite bizarre.
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64900
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It isn’t easy being the #1 Jewish lesbian revolutionary bank robber in America–every Rebecca and Rachel who comes down the pike tries to knock you off.
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64953
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Underneath the fence she picked strawberriesThey were nickle sizedand some were red, some were green and some with a littleof both/in between They came up from the ground in little patchesand sweetness could be smelled on the windAs the cloud cover came…
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64922
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Standing on the edge of the great shelf
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64940
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With his toga thrown over one shoulder because it was so hot out which has led to various and sundry theories of the naked centurions riding on horses in this manner through some unimaginable desert on a long march or even along the banks…
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64930
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The two cats begin to circle
To better make my surface workle.
They treat me as (this makes me sore)
Floor model in a mattress store.
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64810
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It was a gesture on their part, an act with meaning;
they didn’t care about country or science; their love
was their art, their art was their love.
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648126
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waves assaulted black volcanic rock in briny harmony
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64700
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Outside, Santa Claus has put on cat eye sunglasses and lights a cigarette.
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64700
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By day, Ksiusha Milda is a housewife with a one year-old daughter. By night, she is a blues singer of sorts, a practitioner of this country’s traditional folk song, kale.
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64633
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box of wild animals in a tiny window and not just because you're in it, too,but I can't really imagine its twirling around and around like that without you. The sleek massive bodies of sharks too are beautiful in slow motion rise but…
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64411
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not otherwise employed, writing verse,/
line by tenuous line the substance of pulse./
―but no one collects unemployed verse:/
self-lacerations must yield blood, not ink.
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64411
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Because someone whispered Mona Lisa in her ear.
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64400
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Crosses sitting on the hillside
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