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"taking up my friend Kaye's challenge"
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'Reading Larkin, watching a funeral'
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"enjoy the list my dear friends"
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I've never owned a gun.Pen slices diceas well as a razor wouldan overripe tomato.Words, wit, whittlebastard's into shape,knickknacks out of louts.Cros..
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Hoffa went missing,not a tear got shedby any of the busted sodshe pinched his bread from.God Damn the Devil's Bastardwho sold us down the riverfor his..
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I came quite late, stumbling througha barren woods.Something stirred--a hunger for a beating heart,bone and sinew still unfouled.From the door bare ey..
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Now, a galloping wind our early
warningwinter's on the march,we scurry to gather the last few
provisions, resigned time
ran out on our sunny procra..
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"last 3 lines my tip of cap to all my kindred souls"
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"Just goofing off"
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What force of nature, call it what you
will,etched this moment in time--snow drifts off a mountain
saw-toothed peak, river ofvirgin
green speckl..
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