TAR PAPER UNBENT

July 16, 2013
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tar paper unbent riddled with bullets and rhymes in the morning sludge of strangled nightingales

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JACARANDA

June 24, 2013

jacaranda jack be quick do your purple blooming trick

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SAVOR

June 4, 2013
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here might be flowers for your eyes to savor or mayhap you’ll eat them to enjoy their flavor such folly on your part would become far graver for you see, they’re triffids, and nothing can save yer

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THE HIKE OF STEEPNESS

May 22, 2013
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going up hill is grand with an extra lung at hand if you must do with a paltry two frequent rests are called for, it’s true crawling on hands and knees may prevent a cardiac seize really it might be best to remain at home and rest

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NERVOUS, THEY WAIT

May 14, 2013
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nervous, they wait poised motionless hearts thrumming like windblown caterpillars riding the dawn soon soon but not yet

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YELLOW IRIS

April 27, 2013

Yellow iris drenched in dew look mighty nice. Agree, don’t you?

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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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BUD

March 19, 2013
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Little Red is this bud’s name. He was scheduled to be called Clarence. But that was before he wilded to flame, and his elders practiced forbearance.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WANDA GAG

March 11, 2013
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Today is the birthday of Wanda Gag. Did you know that her last name rhymes with frog? One Newbery, two Caldecotts were her quota. Not bad for a wunderkind from Minnesota.

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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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