After the living room shake-up the pleading fight to watch “just one more show.” The brushing of the teeth lasted less than I care for gummies and two Batman phonics […]
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Think I”ve got just the poem!
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My endshall not bedeterminedby their finish.Photos or notbodies thrownpronespread out before you nowall within an arm’s reachlength, stepgingerlyaside, footsie, footingfor the best purchaseuntil these ruggedplaces become plains. It’s all fluff,
The glassy red feeder is dry, but I fill it upwith my words, ink drying as quickly as liquid sugaras it permeates upon this page, sticky,with the sensation of saccharine
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They’ve given the business to my mother’s favorite hill, just off Little Plum Run Road. Once: a cascading glade, the kind you’d see in those old movies couples, bounding in
My heart is heavy. I marvel at this rock of ages, eternity even strip mined for what’s stuck beneath the surface. All this runoff just so I could, baring it
April showers twice now this month and we’re only three days in –not to mention the onion snow guaranteed to make you cry. Thunder shoulders the heavy lifting, furniture looks
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