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Thursday, Feb. 23, 2012 12:00 am
n fifthstreet poem #14ugly things can happen onn fifth street my second daughterin her teens was on the sidewalkin front of our house she noticeda pup start across the roadwaythen a truck coming along
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Thursday, Feb. 16, 2012 12:00 am
in 1924 my grandfather writeshis freshman son aboutthat son’s new possession:“Regarding your car, cut it out.You are better off without it.What you need is to developquiet strength and poi
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Thursday, Feb. 9, 2012 12:00 am
there must be many an iceman onelies in his tent near thesouth pole a hundred years nowthey left him there with two othersbrought back the sleeping bag ofone who said he was going outand disappeared i
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Thursday, Feb. 2, 2012 12:00 am
phonepoem #2when I call a business a library oralmost any number not a frienda robot voice will say listen carefully for our menu has changed then come seven choices none the entrée I need if I
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Thursday, Jan. 26, 2012 12:00 am
readingpoem #7            A recent letter from my sister, Pat, relates this tale about our oldest  sister Joan as a kid. joan read all the time &ndash
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Thursday, Jan. 19, 2012 12:00 am
when anyone says “how are you?” – a common greeting – I reply cheerfully “holding up” – that seems an acceptable answer and it’s true.I needn’t el
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Thursday, Jan. 12, 2012 12:00 am
featherspoem # 6 it deceives, this winter warmth twice now I’ve heard a familiar ck-ck-ck high on my back porch and known it was my old tenant the cardinal – when I looked there was the li
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Thursday, Jan. 5, 2012 12:00 am
let’s praise old ladies’ beautiful bodies I see them daily in the Y shower room myself included some of us gaunt sinewy some with rolls of fat some in between but most with rounded bellies
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Thursday, Dec. 29, 2011 12:00 am

A recent letter from my sister Pat relates this tale about our oldest sister Joan as a kid.

joan read all the time — do you recall when we were parked in front of the post office I don’t remember quite how it began but I have a clear picture of our sister emerging from the p.o. d
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Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2011 12:00 am
My Gift           This poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924.If I could give to you one only gift

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