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a gift from my mother the day i was born

Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash. — the prophet oscar the grouch Can you recycle a Post-it? I ponder for a second as it hovers over … Continue reading

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bluebonnets

with the sky blue sky this ride in time wouldn’t seem so bad to me i didn’t die i should be satisfied i survived it’s good enough for now — the prophet tweedy We’re out looking for bluebonnets. Because you … Continue reading

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goodbyes are hard

He’s waiting for me in the parking lot, like he has faithfully done for 30 years. I have owned three cars in my life: an old Chevy Vega that got me through high school, a 1978 Honda that got me … Continue reading

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Life is funny, part 376

We’re driving in downtown Mesa. It’s 8 p.m. Tuesday, the day after Christmas. We’re navigating the barricades in a construction zone when the flashing lights come on behind us. I keep going, thinking maybe it’s not for me. Then he … Continue reading

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herman

Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray — the prophet don mclean — I think I saw Herman today. You know him. OK, you don’t. But you know someone like him. Or you should. I was coming off … Continue reading

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my pack

Pancho needs your prayers it’s true, But save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do, And now he’s growing old — the prophet van zandt — OK if I bring my backpack along? The … Continue reading

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things i wish i had said, part 71

You and I have memories Longer than the road That stretches out ahead — the prophet mccartney

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