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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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Another Indian woman living on our block has hair swept back and braided has jeweled toes, is in all yellow traditional regalia, and walks w...
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Pedi-ness The awkward tomboy within me hides in the balls of my feet. Itching, rising up my leg begging for a scratch. "Oh, say somethi...
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in August for John Keats I didn't die unrequited. I took a wife in August. My wife was wearing silky white shoulders holding out her bon...
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I feel as if I was only given one choice. I could be exactly like him, as genetics dictated or just like her a person I absolutely hated. We...
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Reminder "You do not seem to understand," they'd say "That rivers are wide, and are not so easily crossed, we fear, they ...
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I don't want to write about it I don't want to think about it I met another soul whose heartbroke at birth and it fused to mine--stu...
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When standing in a garden of profundity everything loses it's meaning... and when stopping to smell the chromatic wisdoms you are lost i...
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I They blame the headaches on hair pulled too tight They blame the heartaches on the six hour flight But me- with scraped knees I know the t...
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People always say they miss the green the greenest green they ever had seen. Well I'll tell you I missed it too, when I thought all I wo...

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