A man alone in the middle of the Ocean
Clinging to a piece of flotsam
Is terribly restricted
But when he loses his grip
He is free
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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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- Parental Priorities
- Love Too
- Life is four rocks and a tape measure
- The Sounds of Spring
- Smothered in Red, White, and Blue
- Freedom isn't free
- Noth Poe
- Be my shadow
- Of Pipes and Pyramids
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