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Laying It On
Marred by dark varnish and water damage here and there, Sittow piles up the paint at the National Gallery.
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Esme’s Back
Esme’s back from Gay Paree. He walked a lot because it’s free.
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Independence Day
Remember the year we played Hound Dog Taylor on a windy night and Chris took Yuki on a wild sailboat ride?
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Decals from the Ile
I’m in a suitcase God carries around with decals from the Ile. The handle’s broken. If I would but care I’d open up and feel.
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Europe 1958
I hate this mustard! Naked statues everywhere! Dad says the nuns knocked all their peckers off. What a trick to play that was.
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Campout
Craning for the light impromptu I see this day a pregnant camp, holding in my arms a beauty a child within my cheeks so damp.
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New Hampshire
Jonas noted that Beauty was almost blind in one eye. He said nothing about the ox and neither did Whit.
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My Brother Got Two Oil Lamps
My brother got two oil lamps at this insane yard sale the Catholics put on.
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Dogwoods
I saw the biggest squirrel munching on red dogwood berries outside my window this morning. Ain’t it funny the way God moves?
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Invitation to Serenity
I gave her violets for working me in pronto for that root canal.
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