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I’m not a poet. That will probably be very clear when you read below. However, it’s strange the things that happen to you at two o’clock in the morning. You know, that time when you realize your bladder is saying, “Empty me;” then, of course, you can’t get back to sleep. The dog’s not barking [...]

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On Thinking of Love

I will not stand at your grave and weep. You are not there. You do not sleep. You are the thousand winds that blow. You are the diamond glints on snow You are the sunlight on ripened grain. Your are the gentle autumn’s rain. When I awake in the morning’s hush You are the gentle [...]

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There are several problems with aging aside from the most obvious. You don’t know what the most obvious is? No, the most obvious is not death, believe it or not. Hell, we’re all going to die. That’s one of those things that you don’t even consider in the problem category…just a fact of life. The [...]

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Oh, good, I have my own civil rights group. I never realized that. I think I’ll ask them to picket my doctor’s office. Ya see, at six-one, two-fifty, he calls me really obese. Now when I look at myself in a full-length mirror (ego does that to ya, ya know), I don’t think I compare [...]

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“Ah, it feels great just to be alive!” What the hell else would you be saying…”Ah, it’s great to be dead?” Who knows? When we move out of this stage of whatever-the-hell-it-is, we may look back and say, “Aw, damn, I wish I’d tried this sooner.” In all probability that won’t be the case, but [...]

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New England is a remarkable place. Of course, I say that based on extremely limited travel experience. Never having been to “old” England, I guess I don’t really have a basis for comparison. I do know one thing: In New England, there is a community called Islington. It is a part of a Town called [...]

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“I love Mommy and Daddy this much,” as the arms spread to their fullest possible length. Let’s see; that lasts until…umm…oh, I don’t know; maybe seven or eight? Whadda ya think? Nowadays, does it even last that long? I grew up in the fifties. We loved our parents a lot longer then, I think. Granted, [...]

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She came from out of the west…the gardener. She came East to take care of an old man; no reason; just came East…the gardener “Your backyard is a mess,” she told him, but he didn’t seem to mind, even when she told him that she was…the gardener. She was right, of course. The backyard hadn’t [...]

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This is something of an open letter to anyone who is a care giver to a loved one dying of cancer. I’ll probably get all preachy and stuff, but pay no mind to that…I’ll try not to do too much of it; I just get carried away sometimes. Before you think I don’t know my [...]

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I visited my wife today; brought her a yellow rose…her very favorite. The florist had put it in one of those vial things, along with some baby’s breath and a couple of greens. Then they wrapped it in clear plastic and tied it with a white ribbon. I dug around a bit and put the entire [...]

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