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Daily Archives: December 13, 2015
What My 3 Wishes Would Be
The Distance
the distance between us
is not measured in feet
no miles, no inches
can measure it
it’s not a matter of stripes
whether political
racial, religious or social
there is a gulf
either great or small
and it is created
neither by you nor I
by a land mass
oceans or the impassable
we are kept separate, brother
by an influence
we are kept separate, sister
by a confluence
their message
broadcast day and night
by every means possible
reminds all of us
of a manufactured
contrived difference
between us all
the distance between us
is small
the distance between us
is imaginary
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Secrets of the universe II
Looking through the window
Flying fishes again
Leaped out of water
Silver fish first
Golden next
Then a pink
Is that what I saw
Let me think!
more and more
turning into rainbows
all the way to sun
Having lots of fun
leaping back into the water
Doing a ballet
One of them is a starter
spinning around
Pirouette in blue
shining in my heart
Heart becomes
a rainbow too
kisses on my cheeks
Hugs to the soul
I giggle, I laugh
Roll and roll
Happiness raw
Then they said
au revoir
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Let There Be Lights!
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Day 345 / 365
Little Mikey had a cussing problem and his father was getting tired of it. He decided to ask hisfriend what to do. Thefriend said, “Since Christmas is coming up, you should ask Mikey what he wants Santa to bring him. If he cusses while he tells you his wish list, leave a pile of dog poop in place of the gift or gifts he requests.” Two days before Christmas, Mikey’s father asked him what he wanted for Christmas.
“I want a damn teddy-bear laying right beside me when I wake up. When I go downstairs I want to see a damn train going around the damn tree. And when I go outside I want to see a damn bike leaning against the damn garage.”
Christmas morning, Little Mikey woke up and rolled over into a pile of dog poop. Confused, he walked…
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Barry Chapter One Part XXVI
Lisa: So Barry, Cathy Martin was telling me your family has some wild fights and loud screaming matches. Is it true?
Me: Wow, that’s a long story, but my brother just got out of the hospital a couple of years ago. SO that was five years with Adam fighting for his life. Mom was in the hospital 24/7 and came home only one or two days a month. She came home mostly to sleep, but it meant the boys were on our own, and with the stress and all, she snapped. Before snapping she could bite your head off over nothing. She was always tough, but the arguments got worse, and louder, and longer because there was never a clear way to go to save him, so on good nights we’d just sit around crying, on bad ones, the blame game filtered into every aspect, every subject, every bit of…
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