Mama Didn't Raise No Fool
Dress to impress was the first rule I guess. Then next was safe-sex and that life is complex. The third, I preferred, 'don't be part of the herd'.
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Simple Hearts
Foul-mouthed Marna Copparelli, who waitresses at Guido's Pizza, wouldn't know a semicolon from a large intestine. Luther Buttafuoco writes books that get reviewed in the New York Times literary
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Sunday Dinner (With Grandmother)
These formal situations. We sit like disapproval, Our backs straight as hard chairs. Hands, an unnecessary indulgence, Lie defeated and limp in laps Like the vegetables set out
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IT WAS JUST A DREAM
A strange dream I had last night.
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A Start at the End
It’s an alarm in the morning. It’s the hole in my shoe, It’s the taste in my mouth. It’s never saying never, It’s twenty-eight of a hundred, It’s a piano.
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THE HALLUCINATION VERSION 2
I just had a night full of dreams and visions: often what distinctly seemed like voices talking to me In another sequence, I was rushed through a spectacular neon kaleidoscope
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A Snore Too Far
Have you ever been kept awake by someone who snores? If so I am sure you will appreciate where Anatole is coming from in this creepy story I have entitled "A Snore Too Far"
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This must be Heaven
I’ve been sitting on this rock watching the Sun wage a war of balance, a war that has been going on for millions of years.
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The Bench
Sometimes, when I come here, I look to the skies above The thought of you, brings a tear, Mixed with sadness, anger, and love And sometimes, when I come here,
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