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Whaler's wives have risen for their husbands,lost at sea, then hastened from that churchyard,and to December's beach.To keep once more the widow'swatc..
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Not to return, she left her pailupon the glistening sand, thencrashed into the surging break,and all its dazzling spray.When hearing father's voice ca..
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Tastier than a poached mothball,beautiful Miranda, statuesque, withChina-doll features and tumbling hairwas the First Chair at our mother'sbreakfast t..
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I’m better when you do notpresume me an honorable man.You, with your breeding, youralpine beauty and pluck,are symphonically designed.And I am n..
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They laid me to rest in Lady Forest,
under a carpet of needles and roots
that rub me.
All the summer she spoke to me in lush tones,..
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Pretty, pretty Filipina had straight hairand a bad upbringing.She had fertile effervescence.She knew how to smile and talk,and thread needles. And she..
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A Story by Perry
She stood on Stonington Point, looking seaward to Long Island Sound.A shore breeze lifted her hair. Eddies swirled, and Stephanie remembered. The man ..
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