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Thursday, June 1, 2017 12:00 am
poem postal # 1I can understand perfectly thosepostal folk, discovered years laterwith bathtubs full of undeliveredenvelopes it got too much hopelessthey couldn’t cope simply threw inthe towel now m
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Thursday, May 25, 2017 12:00 am
family story # 23my granddaughter cressidaage eight having exhausted various play activities saidI guess I’ll put on my lab coatand go do an experiment ©2017 Jacqueline Jackson
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Thursday, May 18, 2017 12:00 am
the green mountains grace the horizonwhere we have a summer place one ofthe range resembles a gently curvingbreast complete with nipple wheneverdriving into the small town nearby we’dexit the woods
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Thursday, May 11, 2017 12:00 am
birdpoem # 11thinking of that last passenger pigeondon’t want to research it again heardabout it all my life there were millionsbillions they darkened the sun for dayswhen they flew over we killed t
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Thursday, May 4, 2017 12:00 am
 100 days poem #1hmmm what accomplishments have Iaccomplished in the last 100 days?anything beneficial for our world? ifyou count womens marches climatemarches sending lotsa money to ossoffdurbin
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Thursday, April 27, 2017 12:00 am
 this is my soapbox we’ve hadrecently a week of school holsagain the schoolyard next doorhas been locked up nine days ina row older kids scale my fenceuse the basketball hoop youngerkids zilch
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Thursday, April 20, 2017 12:00 am
next school shooting poem #whenmy daughter teaches in a schoolwhere every classroom every officeevery corridor every restroom has abutton if one is hit every area policecar every area police station i
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Thursday, April 13, 2017 12:00 am
I could write of ugly things thisweek lord knows there’s plentyfrom the gunman still loose inmy wisconsin township (don’tworry no school till he’s caught,kids) to the dismemberment anddeath of t
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Thursday, April 6, 2017 12:00 am
 n fifth st poem no 22nobody says I HAVE to write about the lincoln half marathon every year but this year marks the seventh that my neighbor amaya now ten has skipped about in the street as runn
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Thursday, March 30, 2017 12:00 am
our old barney had a “moon eye”– glassy white hence its naming –after much research I found thisto be an acute iridocyclitis of horsesinvading one or both eyes it subsidesonly to recur at inte

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