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| HUNK MAMA
| | Hunk Mama lived so long birds would land on her and deer would not flee. She walked forest paths and... | | Words: | 255 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| THE ANGEL OF DUSK AND THE RULE
| | Morning Horse and I stood at the edge of the small clearing, invisible to the several people sitting around the fire, of course. *That's him, Morning Horse.* *Hunnh. Not much to look at, is he?* He... | | Words: | 3906 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| RASHNEESH'S SLEAZY NIECE
| | I've called in three sex angels over the years. I did no good for them or for myself. I once called in a sex angel not-quite accidentally by doing some drawings on shithouse walls. I hung my hat in... | | Words: | 1977 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| WHAT IS TIMELY
| | The arrival of the moon,... | | Words: | 294 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| GUARDIAN ANGEL'S DIRTY JOB
| | One spring night it snowed and the snow stuck to everything. Frank found a pigeon struggling to stand upright. He thought it had hit the big plate glass window and was only temporarily stunned. When... | | Words: | 657 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| NIGHTBIRTH
| | She knew the country... | | Words: | 169 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| HARD LIFE
| | They opted for the lemonade.... | | Words: | 205 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| VALHALLA CAFE
| | --For Robbie A.... | | Poetry | | Genre: | humor | | Updated: | 12-11-07 |
| Words: | 143 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| SELLING MOTHER
| | Sound economic advice by Turnin A. Buck People have said of me, as a nasty put-down, that I would sell my own mother. I strongly object to the uncalled-for revilement — which usually comes from... | | Words: | 489 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| 3 TIMES THANKFUL
| | I am thankful; I am thankful.... | | Words: | 152 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| COMING-TO-KNOW
| | I had been out in the pasture, turning dry cowpies over or stirring wet ones with a stick. I noticed the old dry ones were full of holes where maggots had eaten their way through. Those that were... | | Words: | 978 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| LIFE PRESERVER
| | It is crucial now... | | Words: | 91 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| MOTHER AND MY THIRD SET OF TEETH
| | For a long while, while the Mantle of Grace yet wrapt my shoulders, I knew that if I really... | | Words: | 154 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| BEGGING BOWL
| Dear Sound of the brass begging bowl ringing,
I am so glad you have come to be with me.
Dear... | | Words: | 266 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| DEAR SARAH
| | I run the cellist's bow... | | Words: | 186 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| LOVE. GONE.
| | Something beautiful. Gone.... | | Words: | 351 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| SEASONS
| | for Mel Laubach You know the seasons; how there is no stopping them. Spring arrives, blossoms, passes into Summer. Summer waxes, grows to fruit and harvest. Autumn comes with decay and death. Winter... | | Words: | 827 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| UNDERSTOOD
| | Our lips need not be involved,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Erato's | | Updated: | 07-05-08 |
| Words: | 204 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| EVERY TREE A PRAYER
| | On the east-facing foothills every spring... | | Words: | 105 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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