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At the expense of being hauled away to a home for the criminally you-know-what, I’ll tell you a little of my life. Needless to preface it with..
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I know it could never happen
But it’s a game I like to play,
Pretending I could tap in
To God’s power for a day.
If God and I chan..
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Monday
Papa brought home a puppy
Making it clear it was the job
Of us kids
to feed it and take it for walks.
We did not. Papa gave it
Away.
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sparrows are sliding
on Mama’s backyard washboard
hear summertime tweets
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Once you’ve been turned on to the taste of human meat, it’s next to impossible to go back to that tough old drabness of animal beef a..
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Up and down the White River Valley you can ask settlers even today if this tale be true. If the ancestors who handed them down the story hadn&rsquo..
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When you glided from this world,
dear Ed, you lifted yourself
from tenuous human machinery
that creaked and tugged
along the high wires,
w..
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When He took clay in hand
To form what would be man,
He did not care the color of the sod
To fashion man in the image of God.
And when He sent H..
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He takes the hot cup and pretends his hand is still,
wills his heart to beat in whispers, the way it could
when he was young and new to love.
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I met her on the last day of my trip to Mars. As the one in charge at the firm I worked for, I sought new sites that might hold spice mines, thos..
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