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It had, so he recalled, no pretensions of being something so
grand as a lake;
Just a roundish body of water, not particularly suited f..
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When that day of reckoning
comes
(Hopefully, some light years
distant;
I like anyone else, cling
stubbornly if not desperately
To this..
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It had missed them, of course;
He’d watched the radar on the
laptop
The economics guru from the Ag
Extension
Claimed was ind..
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She is there most any day she
can wheedle and whine her mother to the water,
From the intermittent teasing
warmth of late March and a..
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April is the cruelest month, so some poet said,
Likely vexed to the breaking point
By its coquettish nature, alternately promising and
with..
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The pin wobbled in a manner which would tantalize another
man,
But he knew, surely as he knew his own name,
Knew in the very maw of his soul,
..
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In my father’s
cosmology, God rose late come Sunday morning,
Having wreaked His
vengeance by proxy the night before,
And it was a given ..
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The bar squats at the bend in
the road where Mill becomes Burden,
Walls somewhat recently painted,
roof re-shingled ostensibly within memory
A..
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Life its ownself is powerful
fond of the long goodbye,
The process of moving from
indispensable to incidental
An incremental trip of
infinite..
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It was an unusual saloon story,
remarkably unblemished
By the normal run of
done-me-wrong faux-Nashville angst,
Nor told with the eye-roll..
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