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How
many deaths are we allotted, then?
It
depends on the strictness of your definition, one supposes,
For
it comes in several degrees..
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Hmph.
He doesn’t seem much like the happily-ever-after type.
Such
sentiments were shared frequently by my mother,
Expressed
in ton..
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There should have been something
cataclysmic, something Biblical in nature,
To fill our hearts with dread
and be parsed by preacher and profe..
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When
I was a child, we’d lived on the edge of some woods,
Slightly
hilly land, crossed with the odd stream or cowpath.
I’d
wa..
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Once (not that long ago, perhaps, though we
likely know better)
The summers were languid, liquid things without
end
Each day fully equippe..
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My worthy adversaries across the dais would have you believe
That, having fashioned mankind in His own image
And, what’s more, sacrifi..
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It was the season when a young
man’s fancy
Turns to hunkering down as the
land around him locks,
When the envoys of the abyss
stalk..
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She ambles, cautious, methodical
(In her world, there is no time
and place
For something so frivolous as
traipsing)
Through narrow and ..
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He’d always had the fastball.
It was, according to the second-tier phys ed teachers
And young, un-tenured math instructors
..
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The boys have gone to foreign shores,
And it is silent in the glade,
No more to fight their toy-sword wars
Beneath the swaying poplars&rs..
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