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a true story
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it's a sunday morning.she's on the phone with her brother,judging by the the silence,there's a family history of verbosity,goodbye's start a half hour..
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so i'm walking the dog.it's a nice trail with a canopy of trees,and we see a squirrel,the dog goes nuts and the squirrel scampers up a tree.and i wond..
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i'm putting id on my dog.he's already been tattooed and micro-chipped.but now the city wants him tagged,or rather now the city wants $30.this means if..
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i am working on a thought.
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i've been thinkingabout my mortality.not the normal aches and pains,not the diminished athletic skills,not the "wonder what fell off in the shower tod..
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in a warring winter
i dressed as your
daughter,
against the cold of
december,
with fur and skins of
animals slain.
in a re-..
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i came from farshore
in the north,
seeking sanctuary
of your church of the circled path,
we were ancestry of monarchs;
uncr..
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i've walked a mile in my shoes,and i'm pretty surei know myself.your stilletos gleam like surgical knives.sensible solesandsensible souls,heel, toe - ..
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six word story
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