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brothers, part 31

Please Papa can I goDown to Richmond to the traveling showPlease Papa don’t you say I can’tI just want to see the elephant— the prophet mcmurtry— I was 50 feet away from one of my favorite singer/songwriters on the planet. … Continue reading

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brothers, part 30

I was posting something on the evil Zuckerberg site about a crocheted armadillo, which of course led to a question about the racing soup ladle, which prompted me to look up an old post about its last whereabouts. Which led … Continue reading

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130 days

You can’t be young and do that.— the prophet mcmurtry— Relentless forward progress, Bryon Powell once said. Or maybe Fozzie Bear. I get my muppets mixed up on hot days. I’m on the soccer course, a little 0.4 mile sidewalk … Continue reading

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jukebox

She says, I’ve got a darknessThat I have to feed, I’ve got a sadnessThat grows up around me like a weedAnd I’m not hurting anyone.— the prophet ani— Hole in your shoe? Just keep running. She’s on the soccer loop … Continue reading

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things i wish i had said, part 93

I was a child in the ’60sDreams could be held through TVWith Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin LutherOh, I believed, I believed, I believedNow, I am the backseat driver from AmericaI am not at the wheel of controlI am guilty, … Continue reading

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