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Sleeping at the Sleepless Goat | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. April 21, 2012. Sleeping at the Sleepless Goat. 8212; Laura @ 12:14 pm. Signs on their foreheads. I wrote this in 1992 in Kingston Ontario. Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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A Poem for my Mailbox from the Lorax in me | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. February 3, 2012. A Poem for my Mailbox from the Lorax in me. 8212; Laura @ 5:31 am. Asks the Lorax who lives here, please leave us no junk. Just letters addressed to us, no other funk. No unaddressed mail. No take out too. No pizza, no chicken, no barbequed stew. No real estate flyers or junk mail ewwww! We don’t want your junk. We don’t need your thneeds! Please, asks this small Lorax. Just leave them as trees. 1 Comment ». Great post.Much thanks again. Really Cool. On I miss you.
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My Neighbour | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. February 21, 2013. 8212; Laura @ 6:13 am. I thought, it would not have been strange even 300 years ago to see an Indian with a teepee setting traps along Robert Land Inlet. Of course, the land would have been flooded then, with blue fresh water and the shores would have already been filling in with people of my particular shade. Today, I can only assume he is trapping cats. So white, absorbing all the light. 1 Comment ». Comment by Good Helper Woman. 8212; February 21, 2013 @ 4:11 pm.
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Wounded | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. January 20, 2013. 8212; Laura @ 12:59 pm. It has been weeks. Since I last saw you. The red bumps still. Painful on my skin. Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. On I miss you.
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Andy Warhol | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. December 20, 2011. Filed under: Andy Warhol. 8212; Laura @ 1:48 am. A few days ago, I got the wickedest craving for canned tomato soup. I don’t eat much prepackaged food, so it was odd. I suspect the craving actually had to do with being contacted by a family member who stabbed me in my back and through my heart a while back. They love canned tomato soup (or at least they did, back when I thought I still knew something about them). 1 Comment ». If I had to eat it now I would find th...
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I miss you | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. November 23, 2012. 8212; Laura @ 7:23 am. 1 Comment ». 8212; December 21, 2012 @ 9:30 pm. Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Downtown Man | Words to Reckon With
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Words to Reckon With. May 20, 2012. Filed under: emotional intelligence. 8212; Laura @ 6:19 am. On my mind for days. Thursday, across the bar. At Sir John’s. I saw your familiar face. Dressed in a jean jacket. I knew, so did you,. I would walk into the dark. To read you with my tongue. At the Mug and Truffle. Wishing things were different. Your name a question. Still I covet your touch. I left there…. Did not look back when. When I felt your eyes. Grab me by the shoulders. Leave a Comment ». On I miss you.