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nicholson (Free verse) by ay deee
sunday night story time with wild live oak sprawled out above cintronella scent bags of chips and sausage the ladder and the railing were not built to last through the evening we laugh and pass the joke torch a new way egg day: my mother was twenty eight when i was born so that makes me fifty one how old was your mother when you were born? inside is cooler dorm life style refrigerator coffee for everyone the floors were improperly finished but shiny and when the conversations with people are all full i listen to the house the framed photographs on the wall in the hallway look like they were set up to portray the rich life of four children baton rouge new orleans lincoln omaha miami michigan kentucky san diego according to clark i survived the worst of summer that louisiana had to offer i can hang but i'll probably miss the snow bedtime is nine unless there's something special going on the live oaks grow near each other but don't crowd each other under here there's lots of good shade

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