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Thursday, June 21, 2012 12:00 am
Elspeth, 3rd grade, left this inher mother’s typewriter, Idon’t think purposely to beread. (She often monkeyedabout on my machine.) Thegrammar is deliberate for shespoke correctly. I see t
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Thursday, June 14, 2012 12:00 am
you know that tall building 6th and monroe café brio on the ground floor maybe you’ve noted they’re stripping the fake façade with a crane well that facing went on in the 70s to bea
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Thursday, June 7, 2012 12:00 am
last week walker church over 100 years oldburned down a monstrous blaze all over theinternet five firefighters hurt one bad likelycause lightning the church community ralliedwent ahead the next day fe
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Thursday, May 31, 2012 12:00 am
diarypoem # 1: a blink my mother burned years of diariesbefore her first child was born shetold me later that if anything hadhappened to her she didn’t wantaunt ida or aunt lillian prying intoh
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Thursday, May 24, 2012 12:00 am
I suppose I should write a eulogy but Ished not a single tear when the round barnwent down two weeks ago nor when thetwo standing silos were pulverized a weeklater it was inevitable once our group tos
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Thursday, May 17, 2012 12:00 am
if you want a copy ofwinnie the pooh in russianlet me know I also havewinnie ille pu andpierre lapin and maybeone in yiddish if I canfind it and if that iswhere your interest lies
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Thursday, May 10, 2012 12:00 am
clout (clothing) poem #1 may is here I’m missing myelderly friend jessie with hercrown of white hair and spritelyways lived on a farm in dorsetshe frequently quoted her mum(“ketchup is an
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Thursday, May 3, 2012 12:00 am
northfifthstreet poem #17I’m glad not to be living in one of thosepadlocked compounds west or southwestof town I’m glad to be in enos park whereI’m allowed to hang out a pillow case
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Thursday, April 26, 2012 12:00 am
demi, you’d like my sandwich this noonthe bread is from someone’s finished mealat st. pat’s fish fry last night raw onion dittothe well-flavored beef slice I slid off johnknoepfle&rs
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Thursday, April 19, 2012 12:00 am
farmpoem #14this old ledger probably 1900 maybe earlier it’s from a box of stuff from my folks’ house which was full of stuff from my grandparents’ house I have it all I’m tryi

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