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They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
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The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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The light, oblique and waning, filters through butcher’s paper to reveal a body suspended in death but never decomposing.
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The Count was used to boredom but he had reached the point where he was even bored with boredom.
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Jesus will walk on the water.
Judas will walk on a technicality.
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They all looked for Vic's leg after the accident.
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"We gotta get out of here", you said
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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She wears three or four tattered sweaters on cool days. She pushes a basket borrowed from a grocery store. There is a plastic lawn bag in the basket with God knows what inside.
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When I was a little boy, I had a thing about women’s behinds.
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...ancient answers for new questions.
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The missions never change:/
To plant a bed of fast-blooming/
Flowers of annihilation/
Across an unspecific plain.
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Somehow the world survives
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served as it is/
among these friends.
The frayed filaments/
tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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Let's walk through this park. We can talk until dark. You have the look of a wolf. I'm not stupid, Jack. I'm a lamb, you'll see, once you get to know me. That tat is fierce and your leathers tight black. My ink is old and black suits me, I'm told. …
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It lies in rusting riot
of shadowed days.
Flying high its emblem wings,
forever stalled.
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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As the sun rose each morning, so did the lonely old man with it; a sad limping figure strolling across the front lawn with a cigar tucked in his mouth, lighting fresh candles here and there, perhaps on an imagined grave of some loved one long lost to the infirmity of time…
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Sixteen years married, and now she wants a wedding ring. He brings her a box of Cracker Jack. She doesn’t think it is funny.
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Ricky imagines bending her over his conga, yanking that bushy dark ponytail like reins and ripping into her. He sits, watches, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. He needs a dancer for the Jezebel number now that Connie is showing. This girl would make a f
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(Insert poignant line here)
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During war, as in any terrible time of upheaval, burials are merely quick words and a scattering of dirt, if the dead are lucky.
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We were on the L train.You were reading Fifty Shades of Gray;I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude. You never looked up until just as I moved off, always looking back your way and hopingyou would lift your head. And then you did, at the last moment,but…
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