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you and I spread out against the sky half-deserted shells What is it? our visit. a talking angel yellow fog there will be time to prepare a ...
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Well, today is the big "46." I guess I am now offically middle-aged. It's been a quiet day so far: while Dean was at work, I...
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I was talking with a poetry friend the other day about blogging, and the posting of poem drafts. It has always been my assumption (perhaps ...
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Go to google, type in "(your name) needs" and collect the first lines from the first page of hits: Peter needs Jesus to rehabilita...
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The floors are all sanded down and are looking great. It's amazing how much paler they are with all the old finish gone. We are going wi...
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Dean is in the hospital. Just a minor scare with his heart. All the tests are normal so far. I'm sure he'll be fine and go home to...
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This was just too silly and fun, I had to share it (and please nobody be offended: it's just the letters talking.) : Asleep Inside an Ol...
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In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: "Is...
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A copy of What's Written on the Body arrived this afternoon, and it is just GORGEOUS! I love it I love it I love it. And it is so nice ...
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C Dale's recent post got me riled up little about homophobia, and it being one of the few remaining 'acceptable" prejudices (my...
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