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Eagledale Drive (Free verse) by klosterfobik Just drove by
30th and Eagledale Drive.
Can you believe Mr.Hickman's still alive?
Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter?
And just the other day -
when I was nine
on a yellow bike by Danberry Drive,
running away with skinned knees and innocence.
In 79 I knew the beauty of suntanned now -
the simple perfect of hazel eyes.
The great mystery of railroad tracks -
the apocalypse dusk.
And I'd run back home through the Brown's backyard,
back home to my childhood god,
to the cluttered heaven of then,
with dirty hands and surety.
Up the ladder:
The lost perfume of my yellow-rose-Girl
Down the ladder:
The Dovina Memorial Bike Lane
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Posted: August 24, 2004 5:09 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2004 12:35 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.134471 Overall Rank: 5580 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.52.157.176
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24-Aug-04/5:34 PM
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A nostalgic neighborhood tour with lots of questions for one not acquainted with yours. Mine is very clear too.
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klosterfobik @ 152.163.253.39
> Dovina
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25-Aug-04/9:16 PM
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I know,I thought they were all kind of the same though - just different names and places?
very evocative, though I find I want to know more how you were lost. Is it just the time?
I like the line "Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter?" "simple perfect" -> "simple perfection"? Or are you making a grammatical pun of some sort that I'm failing to get?
Just a grammatical pun - thought it rolled of the tongue quite well.My Grandma's name was Hazel - she was my childhood god.
She loved me so much but I kind of drifted from her.She died before I could tell her how much I cared about her.I did'nt lose her - she lost me when I ran away.All my fault....that's why I'm sorry.
you
Let it rain!
From
Craparoni soufle
Jeremi Handjob - you're such an infant!
Jerry-was-me - you know what's funny?
Time will tell! Far past this sad little site!
That's what's funny.
A laquered quail in pose.
And someone has the gall to slap you with a one? Ha on them.
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