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I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells,
Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone .
I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells
And dances, love notes, babies of her own.
But dare I wish...
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Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer
I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by...
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Straight Talk for High-Risk Children
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High Risk Children
By Reid Baer
My unipolar mother whistled past the graveyard
or more correctly groaned enviously...
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A bus is such a friendly place. An original poem by Gail Newman, uploaded by permission.
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I learned this ballad in my youth.
Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.
Our elders tell our people of
The Fall of Troy.
Great Hektor was a Trojan prince.
'Twixt Greece...
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At the birth
of my Daughter
I discovered, Self-as,
being ever,
re-thing,
now even,
in-Baby,
Girl
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