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Tate said something the other day while we were swimming that just struck me as profound, especially coming from a 16 year old, and I wanted to get it down before I forget it... some day I will remind him of it when he is all
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Words run down my cheeks in the angst filled clichés
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Organ music played electronic cliche.
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Something stirs the peacocks
as I sit here in the dark,
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Planted in the San Joaquin,
where soil is like manna
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Newborn baby lies in hospital bassinette.
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Can’t sleep constant waves
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He sits
surrounded by a harem
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Seconds become infinite
dark memories twisted into nightmares
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Peace migrated to points south and the powder drifts
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Can't hold back when lights go down
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I would like to reserve October, please.
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The sirocco forms
a mustard cloud
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Let me lose all semblance evaporate into clouds
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Alone at night no power, no heat
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It was the perfect night
for a ride in your dented-up Chevy,
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This is a great idea to get yourself writing again. Wish I had thought of it!
by Danna Hobart
10 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 31 7:18 AM 2008
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Hear the jingle bells,
the tinkle of change
by Danna Hobart
40 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 20 4:45 PM 2008
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“… ain’t no doubt about it
we were doubly blessed
by Danna Hobart
38 lines, 8 comments,
on Dec 18 2:17 AM 2008
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I’ve looked under the bed and couch,
felt behind each cushion;
by Danna Hobart
30 lines, 12 comments,
on Dec 11 3:53 PM 2008
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Shots were fired in Dallas four years before I was born
by Danna Hobart
92 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 28 7:35 PM 2008
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The wind was excitement and cooked oats.
Expectation was a big, red circle
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Lines in his forehead deepen
with his brooding.
by Danna Hobart
28 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 27 6:39 AM 2008
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Blame it on the butterflies
a gentle flutter
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I walk away, scroll in hand,
my gown sways and my cap sits
by Danna Hobart
34 lines, 15 comments,
on Oct 6 1:50 PM 2008
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She reached the roof in a job that made her yawn
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Shots were fired in Dallas
four years before I was born
by Danna Hobart
101 lines, 10 comments,
on Sep 23 5:54 PM 2008
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Basket balanced on my hip,
walking back from the Laundromat.
by Danna Hobart
16 lines, 13 comments,
on Aug 12 11:33 AM 2008
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Remembering the Moon
I remember the moon
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My son runs,
red lights in his shoes
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Eternal return
predicts the warm summer wind
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My first ten winters were spent barefoot and
fat on California sunshine.
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The sun baked through
the denim of my new skirt
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