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I am the ritual/
banalities of days numbered,/
numberless, and numb.
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I feel like I should tell you
things about strength.
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600
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During a near death experience
This man met God and asked
“What’s the meaning of life?”
“Beats me,” God said
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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82284
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When the sailor heard the 2nd
World War had just ended
He grabbed the woman in the white dress
Bent her backwards in Times Square
And kissed her real good
And the photographer
Just happened to be there
At the right moment
But then
As
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In the mirror an owl staring you in the face once again,/a fraught fragment of life’s puzzle. But you pretend it’s. . . .
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21911
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I’ve fallen beside the sunrise
I’ve fallen beside the sunset
As well and died
I see your face in the shadows under clouds
I see your face everywhere
And I haven’t even tried
But there you are
You’re everywhere I look
Even when I’m no
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10232913
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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74711
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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21811
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Some misadventures of band members have caused show postponements
And cancellations during the band's 50-year-long career
The start of a European tour was postponed in 1998
When one of them fell off a ladder in his home
But the band didn’t
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861122
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The squirrels love the sun
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69111
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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There’s a sudden
Burst of color
Like the dispersal of a ghost
In a light wind
And now candy wrappers are
Scattered all over the heavens
It looks like God got lit up
By the sky
As we flew too c
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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