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A Blog No One I Know Knows: February 2005
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. News Update for a Deceased. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. As I Knew Her. Saturday, February 26, 2005. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. Last I heard, the neighbour with man trouble survived. She did throw HIM out, even with the aid of the police, or so another neighbour of mine reported. And it is true that I rarely write poems now.
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: With spring came the urn burial
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. Red Wine and Neighbours. As I Knew Her. Wednesday, May 04, 2005. With spring came the urn burial. The church-yard thawed, and on a sunny Wednesday in May, green leaves budding on the birches, her urn was put into the ground. The grave-digger trampled the turf into the refilled soil, joked that 90 kilos should do the trick. Years, the faces. The poem...
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: January 2005
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. News Update for a Deceased. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. As I Knew Her. Thursday, January 27, 2005. Mothers Moving Heavy Furniture. They both did it : felt like trying. The glass-fronted polished bookcase. Against the north wall- maybe the sliding-chair. Behind the door. Daughters had to help. Long rugs, made from rags. You are JUST like Da-a-ad!
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: Memento Mori Again
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. News Update for a Deceased. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. Red Wine and Neighbours. As I Knew Her. Sunday, September 10, 2006. So I found my diary and took over her assignments or promised to find a replacement. And hung up. They married four years ago, she is exactly my age, he was 50. I still dont know how he died. Memento mori, and back to bed.
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: Forcing Bulbs
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. News Update for a Deceased. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. Red Wine and Neighbours. As I Knew Her. Sunday, December 11, 2005. You can't force the dead. To rise from the earth and bloom again. But leave tulips to chill in a mortuary. Or your fridge for ten weeks. And they'll come alive on your window-sill. To warm your heart long before spring.
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: News Update for a Deceased
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. Red Wine and Neighbours. As I Knew Her. Saturday, July 23, 2005. News Update for a Deceased. Reading the papers today, I suddenly thought. How it will thrill you to know. What happend with Amazon.com: they survived. Self-made man you never trusted was convicted. Of bribery and fraud a week ago. The other day.
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: July 2005
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. News Update for a Deceased. With spring came the urn burial. Inheriting - pros and cons. Thought I Should Report Mission Accomplished. As I Knew Her. Saturday, July 23, 2005. News Update for a Deceased. Reading the papers today, I suddenly thought. How it will thrill you to know. What happend with Amazon.com: they survived. Self-made man you never trusted was convicted. Of bribery and fraud a week ago. The other day.
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Chew on This: November 2004
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This is my first attempt at blogging. Please excuse me if it is utterly horrendous. As for a bit about me, I am 25 years old and have recently returned to college. This is my Pensieve. Tuesday, November 30, 2004. What the hell is YOUR problem? OK, I am going on a rant, consider yourself warned. So, I'm clicking around blog-land, enjoying myself and other's writing and lo - some assholes have to totally rip apart a very talented blog. Mind you, I'm sure 100% of my readers came from EJ. I know, I know, I s...
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Work in Progress....: My Mid-day rant
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One womans journey into self discovery.and other stuff. I never know what to put here. Laquo; This show. OMG. Not going to write much today. ». Monday, November 08, 2004. I have lived in a world of thin people all my life. Even those considered fat to most, look thin to me. As I surf and read others blogs, I am amazed. Amazed by myself and everyone else that has ever been called FAT. When did it become ok to make fun of people that are fat? Why is it so shameful? Lisa says: For all the talk you hear abou...
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A Blog No One I Know Knows: Seasonal Dying
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A Blog No One I Know Knows. Un journal intime pas intime. View my complete profile. Red Wine and Neighbours. As I Knew Her. Monday, February 21, 2005. A person told me this week how he is glad his parents both died at Christmas. That way, he remembers the date of their deaths every year. Impossible to forget. Everyone told us siblings, when she was dying, that it must be especially hard at Christmas. It made for a strange Christmas, a different Christmas. Posted by Poetry In Motion @ 12:45 AM.
