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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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November
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- Heavy Wind And UPS Failures
- Thanksgiving's Tail End
- Order Restored
- young bones welcome winter
- a wet ass and the absence of dis-ingenuity
- going home
- Permanence
- Freeze
- The benefits of being a woodchuck, chipmunk, or bat
- Dinosaur Duds
- I have A Difficult Tree
- Colder Temperatures
- Turning Over Old Leaves
- My life as art
- Of the unknown and the familiar
- Out of the Mouths of Babes
- Discipline: Lather, Rinse, and Repeat
- Rakes and Responsibilities
- Parental Perspective
- Turkey shoots and freedom
- Chincoteague Wild Ponies and Green Grass
- Check Mate
- Why I Stay Up Late Every Night
- Debt
- Driveway Fly Fishing
- He's A Hands On Kid
- Barely Keeping Up With All That Falls Down
- Continuity Despite Seasonal Change
- Bovine Dreams and Urban Legends ... Or ... Let Sl...
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