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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Wednesday, December 31, 2003. I just finished cleaning the house. It's really hard work. And to think we only have a very small house on a small piece of land! I miss my dad!
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Wednesday, April 11, 2012. Nothing has changed since I left. Not the old tree in front. Of the gate they closed at five. The tree we climbed to enter. So we could be alone,.
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Monday, November 08, 2004. A Stranger in her own House. She wouldn’t have minded. The stranger for he feeds her,. Helps her bathe and dresses her up,. But he ties her hands.
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Saturday, July 03, 2004. Now this is not fiction! Tale of the middle toe. Started with a tingle,. The kind that preludes. Alarmed, I called my doctor nephew. Could it be a stroke?
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Thursday, December 30, 2004. Roused from my sleep. By my mothers melodious voice,. A warbler singing dulcet notes. Quiets my baby down. Surprised, I can almost guess. Also in the...
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http://yllor.blogspot.com/2012/04/open-doors.html
Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Sunday, April 29, 2012. I have gone through doors. Some opened wide, all I did. Was enter only to find nothing. Some were shut tight. I had to knock several times. Turn the knob,.
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Wednesday, November 06, 2013. One, two, tie my shoe. Three, four, shut the door. All blessings and throw them. Five, six, pick up sticks. The voodoo man and fix. Now What, Cat?
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Wednesday, March 31, 2004. How modern is modern? How modern is modern? I have always been in a quandary about the term modernism in art. I know. We are starting the 21st century,...
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Seeing leash on my hand. He wags his tail excitedly. After I attach the leash on his collar. Yogi jumps and pulls. Cesar Millan used to say.
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Since I can't write legibly anymore and can't think straight with pen in hand,(computer has taken away all that) this is where I am going to put all my musings from day to day (hopefully) and the place where I intend to put my works from this date hereon. Oh, I may put some of my favorite poems now and then for safekeeping. :-). Tuesday, July 31, 2012. A can of oranges is nothing. But oranges in a can. There are no apples,. Bananas or prunes,. Picked in the early. That is the master plan. Nor a woman vile.
