TAMMY

October 14, 2013
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Tammy’s neighbors gossiped, kept up a constant whine. Tammy’s neighbors wondered why she never toed the line. The orders weren’t muddled. In fact, they were quite clear. Gold was the chosen color for all the leaves this year.

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ICKLE, THE ROBBER

September 10, 2013
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cucumber pickle, pop sickle, shingles prickle, Travis Bickle, feathers tickle, butter brickle, my wife was fickle, give me a nickel, and while you’re at it, give me the rest of your money, too

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THE TRIFFID AND THE LOON

April 24, 2013
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The triffid and the loon went out on the town They pulled out all stops and painted it brown The triffid had venison like Alfred Lord Tennyson The loon ate four chickens to honor Charles Dickens And when all was said and most of it done they concluded, by Jove, they’d had lots of fun

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INTO THE MIST

March 5, 2013
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trek if ye dare into the wood defy the enveloping mist and when ye be lost, forlorn, without hope with doom ye will hold a last tryst

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DECEMBER 17

December 17, 2012
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Dear Ms. Rose, Does you knows it amn’t summer? Is you Dumb or Dumber?

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THE STAINED ALBATROSS

December 12, 2012
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dimly folds the random night darkly on its hinges nevermore will things be right unless the mermaid cringes oh, my friend the albatross hiding in the grotto fangs my soul and urges me to drink until i’m blotto dimly folds the random night darkly on its hinges nevermore will things be right nevermore will things […]

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LONE REMNANT OF EDUCATION

October 2, 2012
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When my life stash of learning I dump and sift From the trash heap resultant I’m able to lift A three word phrase, a whimsical gift The three words are random, genetic, and drift

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BAMBOO TIGER

September 25, 2012
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tiger tiger burning bright are you near though out of sight waiting for me to step through that feeble curtain of bamboo hope not

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A SCIENTIST’S REQUESTS

July 31, 2012

the moon is made of butter fat the sun is made of cheese if i’m not perpendicular please elevate my knees – the moon is made of blubber paste the sun is made of grain if i’m not horizontical please ship me north by train

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WHEN GHOSTS COME OUT TO REMEMBER

July 24, 2012
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When ghosts arise from the murk of dusk to shadow over the lake, they long to recall that time in yore when they ate that really good cake.

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