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Thursday, Sept. 29, 2011 12:00 am
foodpoem #5 the peanut butter jar is emptyhow can anyone living alonesurvive without peanut butterpeanut butter and milk the writersof the pentateuch (plural becausemoses must have had help with thesp
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Thursday, Sept. 22, 2011 12:00 am
we took the grandkids to themovies sunday saw rise of theplanet of the apes it was as goodas the reviews predicted whatrefreshing car wrecks what astage the golden gate madefor those magnificent beast
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Thursday, Sept. 15, 2011 12:00 am
sunday morning driving south onfifth I was stopped on capitol bya cavalcade of 1000? 2000? 3000?motorcyclists streaming past two threefour abreast some with flags big andsmall most multi-passengered,
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Thursday, Sept. 8, 2011 12:00 am
lakepoem # 16   the lake is so stillit’s sacrilege to mar itwith my dawn swim’sripples 2011 Jacqueline Jackson
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Thursday, Sept. 1, 2011 12:00 am
lakepoem #17 as a kid I spied this sight several times in shallow reedy water of a small wisconsin lake a seething black platter made up of wriggling tiny bodies each smaller than a finger joint each
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Thursday, Aug. 18, 2011 12:00 am
american friends living in germany these past thirty years visited last week we did the lincoln circuit john was contemplating the statued group in themuseum’s reception rotunda a welcomer said
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Thursday, Aug. 11, 2011 12:00 am
these weekly offerings seem often to include music environment excrementremember the guy and the reservoiralso things that strike me as funny or bizarre here’s an item no not from thetabloids bu
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Thursday, Aug. 4, 2011 12:00 am
living with grief it isgood to do quiethomely things washingdishes by hand taping upa tear in a child’s favoritepicture book dipping oarsslowly while you gaze atthe water’s parallel eddies
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Thursday, July 21, 2011 12:00 am
garrett, two, got a fish hookthrough his finger when he grabbedhis brother’s line had to go to thee.r. I was seven when a kid whippedhis line back and snagged me rightbetween the nostrils I blub

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