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Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 29, 2016 12:00 am
great grandson poem #1far from any city lights here in thecentral nevada high desert countrythe almost cold breeze blows throughopen porch windows and you burrow deeper into the comforter the farm’s
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 22, 2016 12:00 am
not mentioning any names or anythingbut teenage kids here’s a warning word:if you ask a parent for money to go tothe fair and you’re given admission thecost of elephant ears turkey legs rides onst
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Thursday, Sept. 15, 2016 12:00 am
north fifth street poem #22the stump’s base two yards across andhollow a few inch circle of live growthsupporting the most majestic leafycrowned tree in our neighborhood it had to go every storm hug
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Thursday, Sept. 8, 2016 12:00 am
 wordpoem #17    there’s this net wordgame babbleI tune in for company with morningcoffee it starts my cogs rolling I aim to locate half the words the grids are sometimes huge th
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Thursday, Sept. 1, 2016 12:00 am
a teacher guy writes on the chat log:my cellphone is a very old modelat work I look on the deathly silenceand see an ocean of kids with theirearbuds headphones on their facesbathed in the harsh light
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 25, 2016 12:00 am
we visited the ben and jerry factorynear our vermont cottage a popularstop for tourists and locals alike a   little kid tipped his cone the pink ball of ice cream flew out I caughtit in myun
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Thursday, Aug. 18, 2016 12:00 am
I try to connect with my grandkidsit’s not easy but I think I got mygrandson’s attention he was fishingflinging his line around though notdangerously I said I got hooked oncehe showed interest so
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Thursday, Aug. 11, 2016 12:00 am
this place used to be niceit will be again after a bitbut this summer we arriveto plumbing problems powerproblems worst is mice theyhave been into everythingbedding shredded drawersfouled not a dish y
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Thursday, Aug. 4, 2016 12:00 am
 quotes poem #16 found these from my dad Ron Douganin an old letter sent my kids: “The world’sa MESS! Too bad I’m not going to bearound to straighten it out!” and “Someday I’ll be an
Poetry
Thursday, July 28, 2016 12:00 am
if a bear steals your backpackand you’re alone on the trailstarving you can eat porcupineflesh raw it even provides itsown toothpicks of course if youare a vegetarian you’ll have tomake do with nu

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