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Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Building the Boat, Trèboul (1930)
Half-way, the basket nature of the ship
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
Burning Leaves
Leaf-fires smell like
Chase Twichell
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Busy bees | Torture
I like being around people who believe
Bob Hicok
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES
By the meadows of hay bales
Ira Sadoff
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