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Written by Sean McCabe
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Mr. Downes was out sick for three days. Mr. Madden took our class until our hero should recover. We were in our last year of primary school so it was considered important that we have a teacher present at all times. There was the entrance exam to the classical school to prepare for.
Some said Mr. Downes had taken time off because the O'Mahoneys' Gaelic football team had won the county championship. He was seen driving his car around Baile, his window down, grinning and waving at fans who spotted him, and him supposed to be in bed with flu. If that was true there was no chance he'd get in trouble with headmaster Craven. He was a hero to the whole town now. He had scored two goals in the Sunday final. His photo had appeared in the Chronicle, alongside one of the full team. |
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Written by B.J. Hollars
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This was back in the days of significant figures and scientific form and concepts that far outreached our ability to truly understand them.
Fifth grade theater class, and we wrote a play, Mrs. King fed us lines, and I, with one line, had to issue the first to the crowd. |
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Written by Bonnie MacAllister
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There is a woman in a rural village. She separates strands of fiber, Douses the fibers in plant dyes, Lovely green filaments extracted Straight from chlorophyll, |
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Written by Robert K. Omura
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Hiro tucks two heads in a bed of lettuce declares triumphant, It's a no-blainah! serves it chilled with warm sake and steamed rice calls it Lealpolitiku.
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Written by Jeanpaul Ferro
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She says she wants someone perfect, a fresco of Moldavia on her bedroom wall, the rich, deep misery of the Persians, golds and reds intact, human figures becoming Muslim. |
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Written by Alla Vilnyanskaya
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He sees her Like a vision Steals her Like a jewel Lulls her Like a baby |
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