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 *Sara Hayden* Girl In Gren Having
No Room Yet For Regret, I roll Along Sustained By Fragments Of Song And Can’t Go Wrong Admiring Lines Written By Great Minds. Just Let Me Be, In A World Where I am Free.
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The One You Adore Walks Out The Door, Don’t Be Scared, She Declared. Let It Slam And Refuse To Give A Damn. If A Man Doesn’t Care, Swear, And Go On. The Day Will Dawn When The Rascal Learns That Bridges Have Burned, And There’s No Way For Rats To Return.  *Bryce Brown* Music
Was Playing, People Were Swaying To A Tune On The Order Of Cole Porter. The Afternoon Was New, And So Were You, And Before The Dance Was Through, I knew.  Sunday,
And I have Not A Thing To Say. Rain Dulls The Sun And Our Two Days Of Spring Are Gone. Please, Nature, Take Another Tack, And Bring Them Back.  My
Dear Friend Longs To Get Away From The Tiresome Everyday, Ongoing Chores Such A Bore, Getting Up And Going To Bed, An Endless List In Her Head, The Dogs, The Car. I try To Say That’s How Things Are. Myself, I do The Dance Of Constant Maintenance, Rise At Six And Amble Forth To Gamble I can Fix Whatever's Needed To Put My Life In Place In The Face Of Ruin And Rue, Because There’s Little Else To Honorably Do.  *Michael Parkes* Who
Among Us, Full Of Pride, Hides The Leopard Living Inside? The Daily Task To Adjust The Mask, Conceal The Spots, The Tawny Dots, And Not Reveal The Claws Of Steel.  *Picasso* Woman By The Sea Here,
A Picture By The Master, White Paint In Folds Like Liquid Plaster. She Sits, Not Quite There, On An Invisible Chair, Top Heavy, Limbs That Don’t Quite Fit, Against A Sky That Doesn’t Quit, Pensive Before A Stroke Of Sea, Waiting For Eternity.  Tulip
Nubbins Break Through The Ground, Frost Still All Around. In The Brief Winter Sun, Flowers Have Begun. Although Warmth Is Thin, Nature Knows Exactly When To Bear Precious Blossoms Everywhere.  *Woman With White Rose* 70" H X 28" W Oil On Linen Sun
Rays Cut Into My Day As If To Say, Let’s Run Away. The Daily Chore Is Such A Bore, And Never Through, So What To Do But Get My Hat And Leave, Just Like That.  *Conflict* Assemblage 5 1/4" H X 6 7/8" W X 7" D Cocobolo Base What
Is It All For, This Endless War? Men Say For Peace, And Release A Thousand Missiles Of Death To Stop The Breath Of Brothers They Despise, Fill The Air With Patriotic Lies And Decimate Others They Hate. And To What End? Let A Decade Pass, And Here Comes The Enemy Again, And No One Will Ever Win. |
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August 2024
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