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Thursday, Sept. 6, 2012 12:00 am
pa, ma, six nearly grown kids reside inthe forest behind my vermont friend’srural home the eight wild turkeys(tom, hen, jakes and jennies) find thepickings in irena’s garden a smorgasbordt
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Thursday, Aug. 30, 2012 12:00 am
it was a fuzzy soft white delicateinch-long caterpillar two stiff black hairssticking up aslant slightly behind itssmall black head-knob two more aslantslightly before its tiny black end and spaceddow
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Thursday, Aug. 23, 2012 12:00 am
seeing cats at a home of friendstravel back and forth throughtheir cat door I am reminded ofmy grandson now eagle scoutcollege man when he was notyet three he crawled through acat door into a strange
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Thursday, Aug. 16, 2012 12:00 am
this family legend is so pat thatit must be apocryphal but mygreat uncle george back around1890 when he graced the pulpitof the first methodist church inbeloit wisconsin is purported tohave been preac
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Thursday, Aug. 9, 2012 12:00 am
there’s a murder mystery wherereal folk and nursery rhyme folkmingle nonchalantly togetherlots of nursery hanky pankyas anyone who recites mothergoose can affirm spankings theftskissing girls un
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Thursday, Aug. 2, 2012 12:00 am
we need a sonnet song somethingspecial to memorialize sachi oursplendid flower shop 7th & adamsrun so graciously by yosh truly agolden place its name her belovedmother but filled with such demands
Poetry
Thursday, July 26, 2012 12:00 am
global warming poem #4   after a non- winter I wrote if it’s 88 in Springfield on the ides of march what’s it going to be in mid-july now we know we’ve sown the wind and ar
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Thursday, July 19, 2012 12:00 am
an out-of-town friendnew to my three year oldbeckoned her to him “jillyI’ll tell you a secret” she              
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Thursday, July 12, 2012 12:00 am
while on a roll of downtown dramaconsider the then newish bank at 5th & washington in the good ol’ days of ssuI was co-teaching with marian levinwriting and movement our class of tenwomen me
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Thursday, July 5, 2012 12:00 am
O sing our dolorous lamentationO hear ye gods of all creationa city spot, a corner greenis soon no longer to be seenchain saws will rent the dawning calmthe toads and rabbits will be gonethe frisky sq

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