Anthony Gregory Gallo
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When We Were HungryA Story by Anthony Gregory GalloWe had a plan to steal old man Henry's new shipment. As I reflect on it now, I'm not even too certain why it was we wanted the shipment. We didn't kno.. |
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As Dead as it GetsA Story by Anthony Gregory GalloThe man was watching the clock. He was counting the seconds and this seemed to cause time to move slower, so he stopped. The short hand was just shy o.. |
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Someone Once Told MeA Poem by Anthony Gregory GalloEvery thing is alive. And I've even heard you can hear the thump thump that proves it. Everything is alive. And I've even heard the concrete makes a c.. |
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On Fathers and Great StormsA Poem by Anthony Gregory GalloI was given the name of my father. Sometimes, I can hear that same name spoken on days like this.When everything white glares and your eyes feel shake.. |
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A Good SongA Poem by Anthony Gregory GalloA good song, like a good woman, should have the ability to cripple you. Even if only for just one wakeful moment before silence: you should be left br.. |
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A Young Man DrowningA Poem by Anthony Gregory GalloYou often times hear stories of a young man falling for the seaAnd often times, he will drown. Lungs flaccid and withered. Often times barnacles will .. |
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Tin Cans and StringA Poem by Anthony Gregory GalloAlright, So It goes like this. You’re driving on this road that you’ve been on once before. Some back-way street you can never.. |
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