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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : Saying Goodbye is chipping off pieces of my heart
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . Saying Goodbye is chipping off pieces of my heart. Ten Baby ducks last night. My son, Beau. Daughter Meg with husband Ben. My daughter is beautiful. My quotations for the week. Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.' W B Yeats. Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.' Oliver Goldsmith. Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.'. Even the duck...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : "Like a patient etherized upon a table." T.S. Eliot
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . Like a patient etherized upon a table." T.S. Eliot. My son Beau sent me a quotation from Jack Handy that cracks me up every time I read it- maybe because it strikes close to home:. It makes me mad when I hear people say that I turned and ran like a scared rabbit. Maybe it was like an angry rabbit that was running to fight in another fight, away from the first fight.". Numb, "Like a patient etherized upon a table." What is that? What is going numb?
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : On the Lighter Side--True Story (except for "minus 30)
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . On the Lighter Side- True Story (except for "minus 30). Place where I've hidden the key to unlock my 22, and because for some reason I've always wanted to shoot a thief (now, no gasping, please- just in the arm or leg). It's a secret dream of mine because HOW DARE THEY? I paid for my stuff, and no one, not even PresElect Obama is going to take it- unless. Yet, I have to get to the kitchen. Suddenly, I'm laughing hysterically, doubled over the ba...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : January 2015
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . Losing and Letting go. Bishop's poem burns my skin today: Yes, constantly letting go of people and things can. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ten Baby ducks last night. My son, Beau. Daughter Meg with husband Ben. My daughter is beautiful. My quotations for the week. Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.' W B Yeats. I have nothing to declare except my genius.'. Taylor J...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : December 2014
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . This song haunts me. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ten Baby ducks last night. My son, Beau. Daughter Meg with husband Ben. My daughter is beautiful. My quotations for the week. Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.' W B Yeats. Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.' Oliver Goldsmith. I have nothing to declare except my genius.'. Even th...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : "The Times they are a Changin'" (Bob Dylan)
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . The Times they are a Changin'" (Bob Dylan). I'm not going to say anything about the politics of the situation because I know my political views are different from others. Politics aside I'm looking at the big picture. Sister Morgan summed it up best with her Facebook status:. Sharon Morgan is crying because she saw race riots in person, and now for the first time in 38 years, she feels proud of her country again.". Yes We Can.". Yes We Did.". No one...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : Changes--Beautiful Women
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . This is so COOL! October 27, 2008 at 9:02 AM. As I watched each face transform into the next, I thought of how similar all our features are and how alike we really are. I felt like I was watching my sisters. We women look at each other and judge who is prettier or better. Maybe were not so different as we thought. Were all daughters of Eve. That was very cool. November 7, 2010 at 5:05 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ten Baby ducks last night.
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : Red Satin Pillowcases
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . I bought a red satin pillowcase. I’d rather have had silk, but it’s hard to find silk in southeast Idaho. I thought a silk pillowcase would help my night dreams improve. Or another dream about how it felt to look at a dead husband who had lain down behind a car and sucked in gas fumes, the night before, until he drifted off and out of his body. The suicide note he left in the front seat of the car seemed like an afterthought:. The worried mortician ...
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan : Positive and Negative
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BIRCH TREES . . . S. Morgan. Just passing through . . . Sometimes I get caught up in terms of positive or negative. As in this is a positive or negative day. Or, I can’t think these negative thoughts, or I can’t write until I write positive words. But minutes and hours and days are not negative or positive. They just. They go on and on. Minutes tumble over each other and turn into months, and then years, then decades, and what do we have to show for them? Is it negative or positive? How do we judge time?