by Sharon Olds
By the time I was six months old, she knew something
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Diagnosis by Sharon Olds
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Farley, Iowa
by Christopher Wiseman
The farm is gone. The Comer farm is gone.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Farley, Iowa by Christopher Wiseman
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Head Cheerleader
by Jack Ridl
At halftime, she finds
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Head Cheerleader by Jack Ridl
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My Love For All Things Warm and Breathing
by William Kloefkorn
I have seldom loved more than one thing at a time,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: My Love For All Things Warm and Breathing by William Kloefkorn
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XI.
by Wendell Berry
Though he was ill and in pain,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: XI. by Wendell Berry
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What the Dark-Eyed Angel Knows
by Eleanor Lerman
A man is begging on his knees in the subway. Six-thirty
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: What the Dark-Eyed Angel Knows by Eleanor Lerman
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Where They Were and What They Were Doing
by Matt Cook
I was looking through Milwaukee newspapers
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Where They Were and What They Were Doing by Matt Cook
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