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I Hate Autumn

I hate autumn. The colors, the wind, the chill, the wilted plants. Autumn is the drama queen of the year, Always in crisis, Flinging beauty about recklessly. . Autumn gets under your skin. Sneakier than winter, more glamorous than spring. … Continue reading

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Tim and the Tiny Man

Tim looked down as he came over the knell And a tiny man with shears was squatting there. . Tim stopped in amazement and stared, And as he did, the tiny man leaned over his shadow. . Tim’s shadow stopped … Continue reading

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A Bulwer-Lytton Children’s Poem

The Bulwer-Lytton Contest challenges writers to create the worst opening sentence to a novel, i.e. the inspiration for the contest: “It was a dark and stormy night….” For examples, go to  http://www.bulwer-lytton.com I was inspired by them to write a Bulwer-Lytton … Continue reading

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Except

I’m a Christian, he wrote, except I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy. Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci, I said, except I can’t draw. I’m Renee Fleming except I can’t sing. I’m a feminist except Poor women are ugly, … Continue reading

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Skeleton Verse not

Skeleton Verse skeleton bones rattle as they roam ’til they come back home. the last time I saw one he. she, or it shone in the sun he, she, or it was having fun, until he, she, or it shouted … Continue reading

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I’d like

I’d like a wind-up watch, they don’t need instructions. I’d like a key that isn’t a card, my Visa won’t open a door. I’d like a tan that comes from the sun, the liquid turns me orange. I’d like a … Continue reading

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Gratitude in Three Stages of Life

Are you sure your friend knows that you like her? She helped you cheat on the history test, She distracted your mother as you went through her purse. Of all birthday gifts, hers was always the best. So take time, … Continue reading

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