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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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206774
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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2067101
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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20672013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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2067109
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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206723
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I believe in theCollective conscienceOf Mankind Whatever the masses wantComes into fruitionSome genius will create itIf we want warWe will get warWe don't want peaceSo we never get itJust consider The smartphoneWhat a great deviceIt seems as if we should neverBe bored…
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206654
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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206601
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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206652
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My mate and I are owned, but have freedom to take to the endless sky.
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2066218
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I am standing in my neighbor’s back yard in my underwear, and my trash can is clean.
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2066119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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206697
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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."
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206600
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The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
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2066124
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The fettuccine is a disaster. Mini-ants have invaded the container. Barry spots them in the boiling water after pouring in the pasta, not much more than floating black specks, but too many to ignore. He dumps out the pasta and returns to the closet to…
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206543
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I wriggled in the bed and felt the sheets soaked with perspiration. My arms were lined with tape and tubing, needles pressed in veins. I reached for the cloth again and again, and every time they stopped me. The hands that came were cold and hard, urgent
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206522
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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20651315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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2065113
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The impression old Updike left on a young mind.
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206511
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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206544
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Back arching, spine twisted, muscles tense and turning. I am putting off my work. Jane Eyre is in the back of my mind whispering about childhood patriarchy and I am still clinging to images from dreams before waking; my last lover's face scrunched and…
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206421
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“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
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206499
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The last one I tipped over the edge was just like all the others: fragile, pale, humming to himself as he sat on the ledge overlooking the gardens.
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2064109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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20641912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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20631814
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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206371
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In 1978, a computer program became privy to my grandmother's most secret thoughts.
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206354
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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206300
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A dark-haired, handsome man adjusted the headset he was wearing, leaned toward a microphone, and eyed his host, a curly-haired man with a toothy grin, who sat up straight as he received a cue from his producer.
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I'm the joker of the pack in our office, although I think a lot of my humour is too subtle for my colleagues
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Morpheus dreams… […fairground atmosphere burlesque hand-operated steam organs calliopes cut and spliced reversed harmonium kaleidoscopic grotesque waltzing carousel…] PABLO FANQUE'S CIRCUS ROYAL Grandest Night of the Season! and positively the LAST NIGHT BUT THREE! being…
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