through scattered beads of water
doesn't change at all
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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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October
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- Where to start?
- all are welcomed me ... but Ebola scares me
- there's stupid and then there's ...
- what is in a month
- thanks to us they'll last a million years
- still fall day
- life is short
- anything is possible
- Private Parts
- autumn, pooh, and you
- wet color
- Never Letting Go
- Addicted
- Fleeting
- Made in ChinaWhat isn'tWhat wasn'tNothingEverythin...
- Breathe In Breathe Out
- The Fall
- Where Did You Fall?
- Two sides to a blade of grass
- Separating
- Patriotic
- Rinse and Repeat
- Interpreting our low ranking in infant mortality
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