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I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
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#bitch -- #bitchedybitchedyBITCHBITCHBITCH ;)
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Before today, nobody's called me honey since 1982 when I was arriving from a job interview and as I was getting out a yellow taxi in Anchorage, the landlord, a lady in her fifties with her hair up in a bun and native to the Midwest came to greet me and as she helped me out…
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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The moon once rose on its own
Now it takes a series of
Ropes and pulleys to get it up
Because it’s so old
And you can hear these audible groans
Coming from its craters
As it’s forced to listen to forgotten lovers
Obsessing over old lov
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So I had a reading for the Library of Congress and I cried during the whole thing because my mother didn't have a funeral or a service since she died on April 1, 2020. Now that day is the day my mother died instead of April fools. In Spanish it is the Day of the…
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M. CALLAGHAN: I’ve got a lot on my mind. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
COL. MORD: Good idea!
DEATH: Well, there is no shame in that.
J. KIDDING: Everyone suffers. Can you lend me your cat?
T. BURKULAR: I don’t know, sir. I don’t follow political issues .
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Is that who we are as a nation, or was that day an aberration?
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I was never a gypsy.We came grounded with a purpose.The sun set the same as where we came from.And from there we moved and moved neverfinding a place to really call our own althoughwe turned Miami into a foreign country wherethe first language is and always will be…
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I am a housekeeper at a private women's college in upstate New York.
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"Find the part where you need closure." said She.
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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[FARCICAL STATUS ... Keep going to Ladd's, you fucking losers! #talesofatwentyFOURyearoldNOTHING]
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Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
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I was little, very little, when Happiness went away. I moved the entire earth, walked in the ferns, poked in the river. Happiness had disappeared. I looked to the sky. I remember, the sun had the porous face of an orange. Not unlike my skin. My eyes fixed above, I saw it…
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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The prairie is what she is.The ghost of me passes bypulling a cow past a long stretchof nothing but prairie grass.She was so heavy with milkI didn't know if we'd make it back in time.The cow's bell echoingwith the sound of the howling wind.Today, I am walking a…
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The chivatos called us gusanosbecause we left with largegreen duffle bags filled withonly personal belongings.They were chivatos becausethey followed Fidel and likegoats ran at the mouth wheneversomeone was not loyal to the new regime.Gusanos they saidwere…
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I'm more ash now than cigar.
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I remember the living room heater
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