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Before me the table, immense, set in beauty and bounty The golden cloth in rich folds underneath A sumptuous delight in any country.The chairs are tho..
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People crowded the townhouse where the
party was held. Some were dancing to the upbeat salsa music, others
were talking and laughing and flirting. E..
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Dead ends, red lights, opaque signs I am not myself.Cold I've never felt, faces I've never seen I am not myself.Late night boozings in between fights,..
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In the frigid winter in a northern town I came upon an old man smoking his pipe on a warped porch. The way he sat, so still and placid, made me wonder..
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Now all passes with baffling rapidity, an astonishing paceThe more one looks in the mirror, the more one is blind to his faceWhat shall I do in such t..
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See yonder creature on his climb Pathetic in aspect but with mindTo know of himself.He knows not whence he comes Only vague allusion and senseHe climb..
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And what is left for man but to gaze on his own countenance;To glory in himself. Is it not all his own invention at the last? He marvels endlessly at ..
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Dead. Mother was dead, She was in the mahogany casket my father had picked out--a relucent wood that I tried to focus on instead of seeing my brother ..
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Through cracks in the boards of the boxcar's door, light fell on the old man's body in horizontal lines. The train he rode was in Kansas heading south..
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Martin Gerber was a small man, always dressed in a white shirt, grey pants, and a rather ugly green tie with pictures of golf clubs covering it that h..
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