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We Live Here We live here. On the eleventh floor of the hundredth twenty-fifth block, behind the first black door next to the second grey ...

Three weeks gone and the combatants gone returning over the nightmare ground we found the place again, and found the soldier sprawlin...

They plan. They build. All spaces are gridded,
 filled with permutations of possibilities.
 The buildings are in alignment with the roads
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The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There shall be In t...

Picnic on the Lawn by Vernon Scannell Their dresses were splashed on the green Like big petals; polished spoons shone And tinker...

Resume by Dorothy Parker Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns are lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells...

Morning Train by Alfian Sa'at Why do you not look at each other's Faces? Is the scenery that arresting, One housing estate ...