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You ask, child, what tells us when one is the one,
As if it were calculus or game of chance;
May as well try to grade brightne..
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They
rarely bother to mow here anymore,
Once
a month, perhaps every other
(Times
are tight, full burials being pretty much
A
thing of..
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I do not
know that man, but he looks like an enemy of the people.
Not the strangest assertion I had ever heard
uttered in these sessions,
..
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She pushed her veil aside and tilted her head upward,
Not seeking comfort or benediction,
Only to confirm what she damn well knew was happe..
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Well, perhaps not. Oh, you’ll have your little roar,
And you’ll get a brief glimpse of life as a man,
But, just as quickly, you&..
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She is lying on her side,
propped up on one elbow
(Her visits are infrequent,
always unannounced,
But welcome all the same, more
or less)..
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Three days, is what the HR rep
said, somewhat sheepishly,
As
if she was fully aware that boxing up one’s grief
In
a span of a few d..
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We had dalliances with shining dreams, of
course;
Our Gatsby-esque timetables, those solemn
pacts
With ourselves, which fell about us with..
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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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Their natural habitats vary
widely, as they are an adaptable lot:
Sometimes a sufficiently
surreptitious booth in a bar on the main stem,
..
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