Prose
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It 's a few minutes after eight o clock. Peter has just slipped through the alley side door of Stephen Clifford Carroll’s condominium. Carroll had given Peter a key so he could come and go as the needs of their project required. Tonight Carroll will review Peter’s new drawings for next month’s city council presentation.
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I’ve been labeled as many things
Some more true than others
Gregarious Wild Child
Daughter Sister Mother
Sometimes I let the labels stick
If I like the way they look,
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Ralph Bland App. 8500 words
ROUNDABOUT
By Ralph Bland
About a million years ago when I was a whacked-out weird-ass sophomore at a little Church of Christ college in Nashville, I got to where I spent a predominant number of weekend nights solely in the company of myself.- Details
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"Hey Rich? Ya see that new bull they brought in yesterday?" The young man's face was a sun-darkened brown. Worry lines created deep furrows undeserving of a man his age. He leaned apprehensively on the red-piped corral and listened.
Rich nodded.
"He's awful big.
