My life
Sometimes
Rests on an “if”
As if
On the edge of precipice
Even though
I’ve long since
Known whether I’ve fallen
Or not
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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- A poem a day
- Imaginary Snow Days
- Her love is better than chocolate, but what about ...
- Snow Storm
- Blizzards and Saddam: Passing fancies
- Rapid Development: My Daughter as Korea
- Pretending to Sleep
- January
- If
- &%@$ is funny
- Balance -or- prolonged and unsatisfied sexual exci...
- Dinner
- Yes and No
- Mine
- Interruption
- Connected
- Innocents
- Martin Luther King Jr. and Preschool Teachers
- Poop and Pee
- Words
- Snow Fall Flashbacks
- Fever plus Motrin
- Working Late
- Sick Day
- Deja Vu
- Of Danger and Disease
- Every Other Night
- Huck Finn has a Tantrum
- January 3, 2011
- The New Year
- First Day
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