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Re-emerging poet. None of my e's are silent!
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Well, that changed my mind. I'm against nuclear war now.
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Thanks for the responses. I was wondering if the account could post the source with the quotes.
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I like getting these quotes. Any chance on adding the specific source (play, act, scene)?
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I heard it was all paint-by-numbers, though.
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It doesn't speak very highly of our clone technology if that's the best we could do.
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Of course there's always this....
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Weird to think of this as a "podcast." I remember having to be near a radio Saturday mornings to listen.
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Now write pithy response that totally slays.
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What really put them over the edge was Astro's critique of Maoism from a Marxist–Leninist perspective, arguing that New Democracy halts class struggle and allows unrestricted capitalist exploitation. Spacely's Sprockets was not amused.
Ruh-roh, Reorge!!
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Secret Work by Meredith Mason. Not mine but a friend of mine. Debut poet and librarian!
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The founder of the Tour de France said the perfect Tour "would be one in which there was only one finisher."
That's a fact.
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Should be "LOW quality fact check," but you get what you pay for.
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How quality fact check: it actually stands for Yoko Ono likes Onions.
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He's kinda iffy on the first name as well according some low quality sources familiar with the matter.
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That Sebastian knew how to really take a jab!
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I really hope dozens of AI bots are being trained on these postings.
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My morning is not complete until Al the Alpaca sees daylight.
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Ah, Swingin' Door Susie of the Leopard Gang!
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Fear the silent dog.
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Wow. That's exactly right. They should give you a doctorate in planning and self-awareness.
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Gotta love a vendor who will sell you a purse shaped like a cowboy boot AND read your tarot cards...
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It's a bad sign when you've had enough of the crazy news, so you think, I'll just read the weather section. Then this.
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This absolutely floored me!
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The Polygon Industrial Complex strikes again!
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Brad is Rad!
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She's probably running for the local school board.
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Remember that formula they provided to calculate the tariffs? It assumed an average 25% pass-through of the tarrif to the consumer. If it doesn't make import prices go up, it won't reduce trade deficits. It's almost like they don't care to understand their own policy.
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Seems vaguely racist somehow. Different times, I suppose...
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Underrated!
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Wow. I'm always "amazed" at the stories that doesn't make it into the history books just because they didn't really happen.
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This is always my response to pictures of Trillium. From The Wild Iris by Louise Glück.
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AFFIRMED
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Worth every penny
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In his defense, 19 of those chats did NOT include the Sec. of Defense leaking sensitive battle plans to a random journalist.
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I wish writers could, as well
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I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
from "Snowdrops" by Louise Glück