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Hey there little hippie girl, smilin’ to the ears and dripping with scarves,
I cherish our friendship.
However, every time you take off your shoes to dance at a rock show,
hair swingin’ like silk vines in the paradise that is your shaking ass...
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15542416
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He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.
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16621911
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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68150
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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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106241
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Proponents of this pragmatic line of thinking say a tolerant approach to Islam will succeed where force has failed to persuade terrorists to abandon the religious fanaticism.
It's certainly worth a try--it worked with Presbyterians.
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94100
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Sea of indifference
Coming and going
Never committing
Like a fickle lover that erodes a hopeful heart
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88100
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and even if you feel like you're all grown up, it's still okay...
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135811
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Hours. Hours, bygone. He said, “Come to me all liquored up and you know what’s gonna happen.” Sure. It was every bit true, what he said, six months bygone, chewing off cuticle scabs somewhere out west.
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You treat them like I’m hungry.
Fix it.
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They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
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147163
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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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135054
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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153443
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There is nothing so obscure it is not enhanced by talking, nothing so dull it cannot be coaxed into brilliance, nothing so deep it cannot be dug from an abyss and brought to the surface in paroxysms of red.
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58055236
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My mother was an upright piano, spine erect, lid tightly closed, unplayable except by the maestro. My father was not the maestro.
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102910
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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185810
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“Honey, honey.” He tried to take her hand but she pulled away. “This is about the cup. Don't make it about us.”
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156486
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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138372
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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19733915
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In her paper, Emmeline compares Mary Todd Lincoln's crazy, which involved spending lots of money and going to séances, with her Aunt Janine's, which involves wearing cowgirl outfits and running with strange men.
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143352
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The young girl has given up, and lies sprawled out
upon the yellow cover on the bed, with her blue sarong
wrapped loosely around her body. One arm lay
back up above her head, where it was thrown
during the exertion of birth. Her yellow halo
surr
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68300
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A survey by "You & Your Wedding" magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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101120
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I loved baseball and still do, but if you saw me at eleven years old you would not mistake me for that kid over there, the one with even an ounce of talent. Mine you’d measure in atoms.
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23513926
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I lie here sleepless and wait for the moment when I will touch...
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127366
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I hear
the shriek
of the Laughing Lady
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1765114
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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143997
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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145855
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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