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The
sweetness of cherry pies and oatmeal-raisin cookies,
all
those good things that disappear before you've
eaten
your ..
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Memory is a sound, chimes
of
the clock that struck the half hours,
a
waste of key winds in my opinion whengongsbelong to no part..
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haiku
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It
happens and then you're stuck
with
it, picking up the pieces, forced
to
choose which casket to buy,
to
remember where ..
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Sheriff
Saguaro stands tall near the trail
where
I amble along on this path
wearing
my tan Cocoa
Chanel
leather dungarees..
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Books
stacked 10 deep
on
my dining room table
a
rainbow ladder when climbed
tells
me I don't grasp poetry.
..
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Monday
begins poachedwith
whole wheat toast,turns
train travel acrosstime
to a bargain antique store,a
gold pocket watch on a ..
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My
cousin creeps in late
at
night dressed as Mercutio.
I
feel again the stabbing pain
of
guilt. His hand, a tarantula ..
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100,000
swallows inside
blue
glass
canyon walls in downtown
Tulsa,
they
turn.
Here,
it is gray. A Chevy Camaro..
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Without
her protecting tree
the
Pink Lady is helpless
lying
on the ground with her sisters.
Bytes
announce t..
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