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Friday, December 18, 2009


Trained to be nice.
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      • She stood quietly.
      • The way of the garden.
      • Their pink foreheads.
      • Speaking in tongues.
      • She didn't notice much.
      • One knee in the mud.
      • Stretched like taffy.
      • The morning light.
      • Through the eye of the needle.
      • Like the Buddhas they are still there.
      • The streets were crowded.
      • She was polite.
      • The conversation never stopped.
      • Trained to be nice.
      • Good morning was not part of his vocabulary.
      • She put on her glasses and took a look.
      • Whole days go by.
      • The two intersect.
      • Running to meet him at the door.
      • Elbowing for room.
      • Would he like it?
      • She can smell them.
      • Watching television.
      • She prays for the world.
      • Please.
      • She isn't here.
      • They want to be warm.
      • They don't lie.
      • Crooked.
      • In its winter blanket.
      • There's likely nothing left.
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