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She didn’t like the way the car company fellow spun the gravel in her driveway as he exited the gates.
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Salmon and hake stare wall-eyed from an icy bed.
The Turkish coffee seller makes thick lattes for €2.00
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St. Brigid’s Crosses go for €7 a shot.
Inside the passage grave the walls are tight.
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The famine memorial is ignored by passers by and in a far corner a colorful Oscar Wilde is recumbent on a boulder.
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The Titanic Experience is closed for the day
and deck chairs sit abandoned in a parking lot
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he limped along his usual route, dogless
since the days the beast savaged his hand.
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the priest wipes kidney stains from his chin and pulls an extra pair of socks on
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Neither did his monitors show him the jumping figure of Chauffeur Ganpatrao Sadashivrao Dhamdhere - or simply Rao Dada as everyone called him – load all these into the ‘Dicky’ (or trunk as the Americans referred to it) of the gleaming white and lovingly p
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As it was, she was on a mission to get back and either close the chapter or re- open it on her former lover. Something was curiously drawing her to him. She was frank with the man on the plane. He understood. When they deplaned on the tarmack in a snowsto
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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Even in the fading light, it looked big enough to disembowel a man.
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I used to dream about flying over the ocean in nothing but my shirt,
now I dream about driving through fucking Kentucky.
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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