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THAT SUMMER
That summer was onehe would always remember.She was special, she told him soand he had no reasonto doubt her. Thatand he was one to fallso easily into whathe thought was love.It lasted well into August,when she said it was over.He did not understand whybut he was not one to argueso he consigned herto a memory…
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ASKING
Asking saints to intercedeis something quite new to me,having never considered that saintswere people whom I might seek out. I’ve started carefully, onlyseeking saints who hangon my family tree, Margaret,Itta, Begga, Adela, Arnulf, and I’ve vowed to ask nothingfor myself, for karma willsee to me one way or another,so I ask only for those in…
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DEGENERATION
I feel like I ought to beliving in Texas againfor everything, they say,is bigger in Texas, and youdon’t argue with a Texan. So much in my life is bigger now,a computer monitor that wouldpass for a moderate sized TV,with font so large a single pagefills the screen, and the tabletthe size of, but thank Godnot…
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SLIPPING
It is slipping away. I should be in a panic, but I just cannot see what good that would do. So I’ll be monocular in a binocular world, and always have the excuse that I just didn’t see it, and you can’t argue with that, because my hearing isn’t nearly what it used to be
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COGITO COGITO ERGO SUM
The cathas an issue with metoday, but sherefuses to discuss it. She says that itwould be fruitlessfor I would applywhat I call logicand cats knowthere is no such thing,there is only obedienceto their will. I would be gladto argue with her,knowing I would loseby any objective,that is to say her,standards, but shewould rather see megrow…
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CASTING THUNDER
The night was ripped by the lightning, the thunder piercing our dreams, awakening us to the shadow’s play on the skylight shades. As I slip back into sleep the gods turn their backs and continue to argue well into morning.
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