hob-nobbery goodness,
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sugar between the cracks of my teeth,
daydreaming of tea and English gardens.
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January
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- From John Updike, RIP
- I have found...
- This is neither booky nor boozy, but just complete...
- An apathetic couplet
- Okay, scrap that
- Drink of the day + experiments
- starting with a piper posey
- This is not a political blog--
- love and lobsters
- With apologies to William Carlos Williams
- "My Gift is My Song..."
- from Franz Kafka
- A limerick
- A Conversation
- Crass Cartoons Can Still Sing
- With apologies to William Blake
- Companion pieces
- A sonnet
- Persistence
- god and me and you
- the ugliest couches are the most comfortable
- Unbearably Inevitable
- don't know what to call this yet
- House of Procrastination
- driving rant
- kindergarten
- autumn in a temperate climate
- Cookies for breakfast
- Scenes from tonight
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