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When
they were little playing in the schoolyard,
The
boys would run around shouting and yelling,
Little
girls watching, overtly, covertly..
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Swinging round the newel post,
To race up tall colonial stairs,
And into the upstairs parlor where,
Bright sunshine fills the summer ..
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I am always
aware when James polishes his brass,
Those
slender metal messengers of death,
Lined up
beside him on his army cot.
Why do ..
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Late one
summer afternoon,
Our farmer
neighbor Howard Utter,
Drove up to
our gate in his red Ford truck,
And cam ein
holding a leathe..
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The four horsemen of the apocolypsecome pounding down the home stretchthe last furlongHard to say who will win.I placed my betat the parimutual window..
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Today I left early.
My mother was still sleeping,
And due after that for kidney
dialysis.
I love her dearly but in the final
analys..
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On my last visit to see my father,
I found him dressed in his cherry red
robe,
And wearing his red ruby pinky ring.
He looked very much ..
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Old
men love girls in the nursing home.
Looking
with flinty and alert eyes at the Beautiful Jamaican nurses
Who
take such good care o..
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The
mind flies free,
Even
when the body is bound in bone and Sinew.
Great
Jehovah soars across the Sistine Chapel ceiling, supporte..
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I make these little jokes
Whenever the doctor pushes and
pinches
To raise us both above
The realities of my condition.
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