dying in winter
in prison throughout summer
sprang and fell ahead
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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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December
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- Used Years
- Socialist Parenting
- Talking About Flint
- form as function
- The Blurry Lines Between Fall, Winter, and Spring
- The attraction of the night
- The smell of life
- From Christmas And Into The Gutter
- Packaging Doesn't Always Matter
- Christmas Dreaming
- December 20th
- moving beyond first impression parenting
- the entitlement of every american
- We The People ...
- Freedom
- White and Red Christmas
- blind faith, kids, and winter
- Protected Speech
- Tis' The Season of Excess ... No Quarter For The W...
- relax and get overwhelmed with the rest of us
- Snow Days and Tomorrows
- Evidence of a failure in religious education
- Winter Warfare
- Ruminations on 75%
- This day
- Sometimes, Wet Is Just Wet
- The Seasons of Nelson Mandela
- limits
- Nothing But Numbers
- Birthdays Dancing Through My Fingers
- Five Years Later
- Blame the Moon
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