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Boy’s Job Appraisal Moral Story

Story

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (ph…

Brasilia

Sylvia PlathPoem

Will they occur,These people with torso of steelWinged elbows and eyeholes Awaiting massesOf cloud to give them expression,These super-people! –And my baby a nailDriven, driven in.He shrieks in his grease Bones nosing…

Broken Love

William BlakePoem

My Spectre around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way;My Emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin. ‘A fathomless and boundless deep,There we wander, there we weep;On the hungry craving windMy Spect…

By the Seaside

William WordsworthPoem

William Wordsworth The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;Air slumbers–wave with wave no longer strives,Only a heaving of the deep survives,A tell-tale motion! soo…

Cannibalism In The Cars

Mark TwainStory

Cannibalism In The Cars by Mark Twain I visited St. Louis lately, and on my way West, after changing cars at Terre Haute, Indiana, a mild, benevolent-looking gentleman of about forty-five, or maybe fifty, came in at o…

Charles Bukowski Biography

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Charles Bukowski was a prolific underground writer who used his poetry and prose to depict the depravity of urban life and the downtrodden in American society. A cult hero, Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and …