1339 13 5
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The javelin was cancelled after the unfortunate incident with Mrs Parker last year, but no one could have predicted this year’s sack race tragedy.
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3420
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But my hatred is more meaningful, she said, because I hate your entire person...
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5320
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Man wolfing banana in his car
as an Asian girl walks by
with bare shoulders
showing cleavage
his head following her
until it’s twisted 180 degrees
then he opens a container
of juice, does 3 quick Hail Marys
signs of the cross
w
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200
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He bounced over the beach, twirling and leaping as the sunlight warmed the breeze on his belly, like when he and Janie were six. His jacket slid down his arms into a Batman cape and he laughed as he skidded to a stop and crashed onto his back, mouth open and eyes…
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381198
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He bounced over the beach, twirling and leaping as sunlight warmed the breeze on his belly, like when he and Janie were six.
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17552
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Inside her there is life throbbing, an urge to live, to seize what lies before her, beauty, love. Across the table she sits, reserved in a dark blue jacket, her short hair a fluttering black sheen. Hesitant and thrilled, waiting for an opening to ask:
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3373
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Two crabs, Glup and Churg, sit on the beach watching incoming waves.
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101122
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This is the record of a drowning.
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101692
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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1324149
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“Mommy,” the voice was thin as a fledgling's. “I'm here, baby,” I said. An arm rose from the pavement and small fingers wound themselves into my…
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10500
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“Convergence in five hundred and fifty two seconds. You know the drill people. Miss your cue, you die. Well,” there was a hollow laugh. “… you know.” After a few awkward seconds the intercom crackled and went silent.
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14262
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Under different circumstances I would have considered Tarawa a paradise. But when we landed there on 20 November 1943, the thoughts I had of my wife frolicking on this white sandy beach similar to the one in Hawaii where we spent our honeymoon, turned to blood…
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99131
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Far away or up close, she appeared just like anyone else, a young woman with pale arms and legs and a milk-face unblemished by a single freckle or pimple or blotch. Only when she turned a certain way did it become clear that what rested atop her muscle an
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20251
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To give you an answer I burn my hair in your kitchen.
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88911
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Reports have been spreading fast
that an actual living poet
has been found right outside the
borders of Berkeley
Rumors grew into a wildfire of speculation
Saturday night when one of them
a tall graying older specimen
more or less in the
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