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The girl went outside her door and stood and stared at the sky.there were clouds in the sky. the girl wore glasses with black framesthe girl stared at the sky some more and put on a bright yellow baseball hatshe sat in a white resin chairthe girl sat quietly and watched the…
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He doesn't tell her that he is married, and that his five year old daughter who is living at your house has a mother back in that same city
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Rumors stranger than usual were circulating in Moskva. Naturally, they could not be confirmed, but they were making the rounds so thickly that they began spilling out of the capital.
“Putin has become a superman!”
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now, you'll create sorrow. This typeof rain only exists in itsown country. Your invitationmust dissolve in your own hand. Likean hourglass, made from a certainkind of light, it will guide you home,if you let it. Leaving at yourdoorstep, remember, this poemis about a poem…
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[Boy, was this a hard night!]
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The door was locked. Han Solo couldn't believe it. After they'd come all this way! …
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Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!
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Iris is beside herself with excitement that the most popular girl in her eighth-grade class invited her to join her circle of friends after school. On the sound of the bell, she charges to the door to be the first out of the room and to race to meet Ange
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“You know this is your death car.”
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Rise up, carcass—march! / Naught is new beneath the jaundiced sun: / last of the last of Louis' gold, / light is sliced through clean / beneath flecks and films of time.
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Clouds quickly appeared, in a perfect peach sky. Big, puffy clouds, moving together, formed the shape of a heart.
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["Why can't we just look the other way ... ?"-Interpol, on the radio]
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Pushing the "surge of steam" button has latelygiven me a feeling ofpower;I push a button anda loud gurgling sounddampens the spiritof even a 100% cotton item,and forces it to be still andstraighten out.I need a button likethis to affect family and friends.The phone…
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Is like a song sung by Mickey Dolenz while the other three bop around a Technicolor box pretending to play an instrument. A poem without whiskey is like Bukowski has left the building. How do I write a poem now that I don't drink? And it used to go down like a…
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