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(Having fallen asleep on top of
an electric blanket)
Well, no one really got the joke
at first.
As lawns burnt brown,
as birds fell from the sky,
as winds blew hotter,
children cried of...
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Enthroned within her realm
she asks me "Why?"
Why what?
Can I recall?
(She wants to know)
I answer logically.
"But why?"
I lie this time.
(a phase? a game?)
I let it go.
"But whyyyyyyy?”...
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poem by //de
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The sea is deep.
The sea is vast.
The winds, they die.
The winds they blast.
Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines
As he darts mid the rigging and sails?
Does his ship rock him...
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Step up and check 'em out.
Oh don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
Stock tips from a guy at work.
Dumb humor?
Travel tales of Spain?
From waiting...
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How strong it is, this feeling of regret,
You long to see the lands and loves you've known.
(For Eden's flowers fade if you forget)
In dreams you may return, but wake alone.
Yes, now I know...
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Those kids
who won the race or
counting prize
with blocks built walls
the higher to knock down.
But I,
with cast off pieces,
could devise split-level homes
to fill a sprawling town.
No...
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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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