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Thursday, April 11, 2013 12:00 am
north fifth street poem #17 seventy score and seven runners passedmy door this morning many in blue t-shirtsthe lincoln half-marathon: I’ve lived in lincolnland over 40 years now; one getsinocul
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Thursday, April 4, 2013 12:00 am
poetrypoem #11my brother once got booted froma ninth grade english class for his reply to a reprimand “oh butcher spare yon tender calf” sure a poetic quote but archy and mehitabel must no
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Thursday, March 28, 2013 12:00 am
how about a joke in this spacemy daughter #2 reports shegot a t-shirt for her son had agroup of marshmallows sittingaround a campfire with terroron their faces the marshmallowstoryteller was saying &l
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Thursday, March 21, 2013 12:00 am
a recent obit in the state j-r istoo good to pass up who wrote itnephew maybe niece the accountis of an ordinary life if such bebirth education job etc etc then“she became adventuresome inher ol
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Thursday, March 14, 2013 12:00 am
you word lovers out there have youdiscovered babble on the net it’s freefor a bit then continues so withoutstats to help but life membership ispeanuts it’s a combo boggle-scrabble new grid
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Thursday, March 7, 2013 12:00 am
the institution where once I soproudly taught has introduced a minorcalled liberty studies partly funded bythe koch brothers urbana turned it downbut not us are we so desperate for dough?in the articl
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Thursday, Feb. 28, 2013 12:00 am
well it was a crummy tricknot up to masterpiece standardsI understand the brits got hitwith both childbirth deaths onsuccessive christmas days wewere clobbered in februarymatthew it seems and maybesyb
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Thursday, Feb. 21, 2013 12:00 am
demi said hang on tothat thought whileI empty the hot waterbottle but I don’t knowwhether wonderingwhen and wherebaloney originatedis a thought worthhanging onto
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Thursday, Feb. 14, 2013 12:00 am

by guest poet Delinda Chapman

the next day, in thestillness of the moment,noting the candle’srhythmic flicker I knewthe walls were singing,reverberating from the joyoussounds of forty choir-camp voicesas they raised the roof
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Thursday, Feb. 7, 2013 12:00 am
our river flooded and frozewhen the water receded thekids and I winter-hiked inthe sangamon bottomlandeach tree, thick and ancientto sapling slim, was circledabout waist high with a whiteice tutu a va

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