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***
The
waitress looks at me expectantly,
a
happy collie having performed her best trick,
she
of the long dark-skinn..
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***
What
would you have had me do?
I
didn't mean to be there. I just happened
to
be the one standing where youwanted
to be when y..
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***
The
little I had left and could
I
gave to the open grave, what
I
could do without, the heartache
and
sadness and the t..
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***
How
does
one
bathe
without
a
ducky
for
lucky
for
preventing
accidenting
for hopingthe soapon a ropeisn't neara hanging tree..
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standard
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***
We
were in a small room just northeast of Dallas, full sun
bullying
its way inside through the single living room window,
..
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***
The
normal graveyard chit-chat
seemed
unsuitable for such a fine
late
autumn day. We recalledfavoritescenes
from Young
F..
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***
Words
are there awash, trapped
by
strands of kelp, empty dreams
of
apologies and second chances,
whispered love songs that slap..
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***
These
whispers.
Are
they not
our
lives?
The
red flag
is
faded
pale.
Do
you like
it
when I
touch
you
there?
Swollen ..
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***
Thud,
the cup goes down and then
the
coffee. Grounds in the French
press
clumped
against the bottom, unreusable.
Too
..
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